Saturday morning I woke up with a purpose.
Since Friday I failed at my plan to go out into the world and work remotely, I decided to get up early and GET GONE.
Carolina emailed me and asked if I wanted to meet at 1pm in Oakland. PERFECT. So I get moving. I used a public transit app (that shall remain nameless) that did okay but really left me guessing quite a bit. First, I walked to the wrong place, missed the first bus, and then it left me hanging after getting to Embarcadero. The description had touted that it would navigate me through MUNI as well as BART. Well, it lied. I was still able to get where I was going though.
Because of all the confusion and delays, it took me so long that it was closer to 2pm by the time I got to Oakland. Carolina would have to leave at 3 but I was determined. When I arrived at the Merritt Lake BART station I called Carolina, she gave me directions to get to Merritt Lake Park- which turns out is the same place we were at the night before at the party.
She wanted to meet me at least to make sure I went to the right place (and avoided the wrong ones lol). We met at the lake and walked to a cute little coffee shop (Merritt Station Cafe) right across the street. I had the dirty iced chai tea and it was beyond delicious.
We ended up talking until a quarter to five. Her insight as a former investor and founder herself was gold. She also suggested that I use the HOPSTOP app to navigate back. We wrapped up and I began my trek back to the BART station. I strolled leisurely around Merritt Lake, enjoying the beautiful weather, when I heard someone say, “Maria!”
Wait. What? I’m in OAKLAND. Okay… maybe they are talking to someone else. “MARIA!” I looked up and saw Morgan- the lady we rode up on the elevator with the night before. She was slacklining and invited me to give it a shot. It was addictive, though I had to hold her hand the entire time I was up. She offered to give me a walking / driving tour of Oakland. OF COURSE, I accepted. So for about an hour and a half, she drove me around- top dropped on the car- showing me all the non-touristy things she could think of. I was in heaven!
She asked me detailed questions about what I do and my views on certain issues that others in similar fields faced. The conversation was great. She took me to the BART station and offered her phone number to keep in touch. Cool!
As I waited on the train back to SF I noticed a poster for a Filipino festival. It was the one I saw at Yerba Buena Gardens one of the times I got confused by that horrible first app! It was for Saturday and Sunday only, but I had to get on back before dark so I made a mental note to get back there before it ended. Cool.
My ride back to the apartment was easy- since I went back pretty much the same way I came. All was well and I was most definitely glad that I made the trip.
My chance meeting became the second dot that will become a line!