Day 17: Sometimes I Dream in Farsi
Boulder was nice. I wandered around the Naropa campus and saw all the spots we used to hang out. Most of them were gone -- all the picnic tables. Just gone. I also tried the writing program office, but it had signs there that said closed, so I just sat and waited near the library. Thankfully, Aquiles found us. He showed up and went right into interview mode. I guess running a company makes him good at public speaking. That's what I thought at the time, but then I realized he'