Our host in Columbus is taking a class in hospitality management. She is so kind that she’s probably ready to run a bed and breakfast. Note to self: tell her professor she deserves extra credit.
We’re returning for lunch to our dinner spot from last night, the Whole World Bakery and Café. The salads are tasty, the sandwiches are too, and the desserts all look quite tempting. I had none of them last night, but today I will not deny myself.
Arranging for parking near Ohio State’s University Hall for a disabled visitor is such an odyssey that it resembled puzzle games of old, like Monkey Island or perhaps Bureaucracy. After consulting the visitor center and the Office of Disability Services, we ended up at the Parking and Transportation office way out on the west side of campus, where (behind a door marked ‘beware of the jaguar’) we found a clerk who talked to a dispatcher who talked to a gate attendant who agreed to let us into the heart of campus after we show him our parking permit, which the clerk sold us for two zuzim. (Which is $3 in American money.)