The Birth of a Tourist: The introduction
There is something magical about Hollister Ranch. Right now my eyes are getting fucked by ocean waters. I’m on the train zipping through Hollister Ranch.
Although all connected in time and space, I felt that each of the next three posts had a different theme. For this reason, I broke up an originally long post into three parts. The first covers my last days in Santa Barbara. The second covers my attempt at telling my father about my travel plans and the initial half of my day in Monterey. The final post digs into my thoughts on tourism and my fears of being a tourist.