The Fine Line Between Real and Imaginary

I've been thinking about getting away somewhere beautiful where I can write without distraction for a few days. Perhaps I'd head off to the hostel at the Pigeon Point Lighthouse or even the hospitable Benedictine monastery down at Big Sur. But I'm so taken with the  imaginary City of Galvez that I'm almost ready to  hitchhike to an alternate reality to get there. It's a slippery slope to the matrix...