Stanford University is like a giant park; my legs ached from walking around. I sat on a bench under Hoover Tower, basking in the sun, watching students wobble past on their bikes. The Memorial Church's wall was a riot of colors, pigeons hopping on the steps. Rows of palm trees rustled in the wind. I bought a hoodie in the bookstore; it was ridiculously expensive, but the material was surprisingly soft. By the time I came out, it was almost dark.