Another adventure began today!
So I woke up early and got to Jeff and Clara’s to start our amazing insane road trip!
As I was loading up the van in a furious monsoon, the power went out in the elevator. Now, if you’ve ever been with me in an emergency situation where I am in danger- you know that I generally freak out and scarcely start to think logically. But I was alone, somewhere higher than floor 11 in the complete dark, and had dropped enough to warrant grabbing the side rail. I called Jen in tears and managed to escape the elevator (despite its screen displaying the word ‘OK’ I was def NOT okay).
So, onward and upward! We forgot passports, turned around, and then the journey began!!!
Crossed the border after 2 hours of waiting and making friends with strangers around us… why be strangers when we can be friends? :D
After sitting for quite some time without really moving at all, we made the executive decision to go for a sit down meal at Pizza “Plant”…not Planet. Plant. We sat next to a very interesting pair, who were eating a pizza stuffed inside of a pizza and deepfried then drenched in some god-awful sauce. We equate it to about 4 pizza pizza pizza’s. (shit, say that 8 times fast!)
Got a speeding ticket from a super trooper. I mean a state trooper. With the hat, mustache and EVERYTHING. So amazing…
So Jeff and Clara (great road trip buddies, don’t get me wrong) kinda fell asleep and I ADD’d out quite quickly—but luckily I found a group of BOY SCOUTS! And not just any boy scouts- but ones with free food. So we mucked that down real quick (that’s a reference to the free food, not the boy scouts…they would’ve been old enough, though) and wandered around the “stunning” rest stop.
There was a map of America on the table at the rest stop where you were to place a pin where you came from. Although the ENTIRE United States, and the good parts of Canada (shout out to Southwestern Ontario!!!) were visible, many other locals were not- so they had a dish of pins and a spot to write your country of origin. There were people from Egypt, Mongolia and of course Chicago. Yes, that is correct. Some very intelligent person couldn’t locate their home town of Chicago on the map, so wrote it down and placed a pin in the ocean. Shout out to the American education system.
The bathroom was “tastefully” adorned with urinal cakes hanging from the ceiling to add to the ambiance of the rusting metal stalls. Please see Jeff and Clara’s blog for photos and confirmation.
But alas, ONWARD and UPWARD! We kept driving and shortly arrived in Chadds Ford Pennsylvania, at the home of my darling Aunt Carol and Uncle Shawn (& Shanny and Tim). We decompressed and fell asleep—a very comfortable and restful sleep despite being on the same block as an M. Night Shyamalan feature…
(True fact: ‘The village’ was filmed down the street, if that doesn’t scream some ominous headline about 3 Canadians getting mauled by an incestuous tribe of bushmen then I don’t know what does…)
More to follow- also I apologize in advance—I’m trying to blog daily but tend to fall asleep when I’m half done, so you may get a ton of days submitted at once, or out of order. Cuz I’m cool like that!
Xoxo Miss y’all!!!
