We finally left the farm & Walter late Sunday night and did NOT want to go. We headed south on hwy 1 to the 101. We passed my childhood haunts and the exits for one of my childhood homes. I never thought I'd miss it up there but I do.
We kept going south towards San Jose and drove right by the exit for Alex's childhood home. We both felt homesick. It was very late but it had been a couple weeks from now, we might have stopped & said hello to A's parents (but they are still in the UK).
Eventually we joined up with the 5 south and on our way home. Alex was a trooper & drove 5 hours. I slept a lot of that and then drove the last 2 hours. Right over the hill to LA & blazing fires in the mountains. Weird.
We almost got attacked by giant tumbleweeds and crazy truck drivers, but we made it home! Safe & sound and TIRED!!!
Labels: childhood, travel