Like Kerouac before us, we hit the road. Unlike Kerouac, we did not hitchhike nor did we jump trains. Instead we rented a huge Ford, and packed it full of toys and snacks. No drugs. Just apple juice and M & Ms. We alternated music: They Might Be Giants for the kids (Pictures of Panda's painting and E eats Everything) coupled with Morrisey and NIN. I think H played Phish while I slept as I have foggy memory/dreams of their mellow lyrics along with those of Death Cab for Cutie.
Mostly, we talked while the kids slept. I fall in love with my husband yet again. I loved watching his profile as he drove. He's a beautiful man. And mostly there was that feeling of intense connection as we talked and laughed. I spend my days touching and loving this man. How amazing.
Images from the road:
Hey it is the South....
England comes to us...Ernesto, you there?
His licence plate says "So sexy."
6 comments:
Julie & I have voted you two, "The Couple Everyone is Jealous Of" which is grammatically incorrect, but you get our point.
Yay!
And I fell in love with you again: I love traveling with you: you're the perfect travel partner for all roads in life, past and future.
I love your mixes of music! It's been a great summer for road trips.
the back of the biker's helmet reads: trust no one. And that was, perhaps, the most important teaching of this trip: when you're ooohhhh sooooo sexy you can't trust no one.
I love to see this beautiful family so happy ...
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