This weekend, I went to Yosemite, a well known National Park. The place was absolutely stunning, and the company of my group was very enjoyable. I spent a great couple of days.

Oh man, so much power.

I have to show some pictures of myself. After I reached the top, I started to explore, climbing rocks and logs. I quickly returned to get others to come with me. Seeing someone do something they didn't think they could do is great.

A couple of friends I hiked up with.

At the top of the fall.

Lovely.

And there was paradise. It is hot, I am drenched, tired, out of breath, and short of rest, but there is what I see to comfort me. It was worth the climb.

Pretty but steep.

Isn't it just wonderful?

A repeat of the previous. I don't know which I prefer.

The start of the Mist Trail. The wind blows a lot of water onto the trail, drenching us on the one hand, but creating a beautiful environment on the other.

The river is this strong for the whole ascent. This is summer, and the winter saw a lot of snow.

Half Dome and the Yosemite valley. Half Dome is the symbol of the brand: The North Face. The wall is very popular with climbers.

It looks like a golf course, but it is just a meadow created by the river. Down below, tourists swarm the place. Up here, things are more peaceful.

Upper Yosemite Falls. It took a little while to get here, but it was worth the effort.

Exploring some rock near our hotel.

Stanford -- here follows a little series on the campus itself. And how appropriate is it that I show you a proud American flag on the fourth of July. This building is Stanford's most famous icon. The tower you see obstructed by the branch can be seen from the whole campus. If I open my blinds, I can see it too. I walk past it everyday, usually lost in conversation with someone new.

Stanford is a very big campus, especially when one factures that it has only 7000 undergraduates. Concrete, asphalt, and grass are laid freely and abundantly between the buildings.

Okay, so perhaps I am the millionth person to take this picture, but it gives a good idea of the architecture of the campus.

Whitney, a great girl, poses on the way to class. Every day, after breakfast and lunch, we stream out from our dorm to the classrooms, walking through the very pretty Stanford campus.

The GSB, or for the ones not in the know, the Stanford Graduate School of Business. We usually have three or so classes there per day. The room I am in is one of the best lecture theaters I have learned in. It is small enough that I hear everything, and big enough that it fits seventy people. It is always full, everyone going to their assigned seat. We have name tags so that the professors can call on us.

At night, we meet with a study group and go over the work for the next day. Business schools like to cold call, so we try to be prepared. I started bringing wine to my group, and since then, we always stay a little longer.

On our first weekend, we went to Santa Cruz, where we explored the beach. I tried skim boarding (fell in the water), played frisbee, talked, hung around, basically 'chilling' California style.

A Luna Park on the beach. Chris is looking at the camera now, as we're packing to go home.