On the road again

I enjoy taking the open road. Here, in America, I take off, driving to an unknown town 2 or 3 hours away, stopping by anywhere tickling my fancy; farmer’s market;  wayside icecream shop; mid-afternoon Mardi Gras party in a bar that I stopped by simply to get a smoked hotdog and a glass of wine; an antique shop; a deserted beach.

Growing up in Africa, trips were more of a production. A trip that would take 3 hours on unfettered roads, would take an entire day due to myriad potholes, the lack of roads signs and traffic lights. These road trips felt very much like navigating a boat on choppy waters, and due to the daylong stint in the merciless hot sun, you’d arrive at your final destination with a deep tan–but only on one side of your upper body and face.

My children have caught the travelling bug too, weekends especially, they are eager for us to grab the adventure bag, get in the car and go! And isn’t that what life is…a series of adventures?