29 straight hours of driving; driving through seven different states; brief naps in the back seat; plenty of gas station food. I know this isn’t the most direct route to Boston, but when I sat down to think about it, it was obviously the most logical.
Taylor and I left Alabama on Saturday afternoon and made it to San Diego a little after dinnertime on Sunday. The only thing I have to say about that drive is that Texas is the most ridiculous state I have ever driven through. We drove into Texas at sunset and pulled out a couple of hours after sunrise. Ridiculous.
The last day or so of exploring San Diego and all (well at least a glimpse) it has to offer have been great. Last night was full of art, music, and the greatest combination to ever conquer the taste buds: fried chicken and waffles. For any Fresh Prince fans out there, we ate at the famous Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles. Oh, it was so good, but I may pay for that decision later.
Today, we’re headed to the beach and to see what else we can discover here. We’ll head back out tomorrow, so prayers of safety would be nice. The adventures begin…
