The car was packed—and I mean PACKED—as full as we could get it.
Driving down the road, I felt like
We stopped several times to get fuel for ourselves and the car. I desperately needed rest, but I desperately wanted to get home. My Uncle Roger’s directions were spot on, and we were making good time. I was in need of a rest break (again), so we stopped at a rest area. Ysabela had taken a nap, so her energy level was higher than mine.
The good news is we made it without drama. The bad news is I’m not really ready to be at work again tomorrow!