I was late. Half a cup of homemade latte sat on my desk (still hot) as I jogged down the street. We couldn’t find the bus. That was okay. The subway it is. 90 minutes later we climbed the stairs and and stepped into the sun. The hike began. It wasn’t the hike I was expecting, more of a walk really. I felt silly with my pack. But my pack came in handy to hold the wine and snacks.Up and down some hills, sitting by a lighthouse, photos on the rocks, wandering to the beach, photos on the sand. With the sun in my face and a drink in my hand I wondered: How did I get here?