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Don’t show weakness in the D.F.

God bless the driver from the Embassy. He met us just after the last set of tolls outside of the city, so that we could follow him to our apartment on Monday. Initially we were really appreciative, having heard numerous anecdotes about how much la policia in D.F. like to pull over folks with U.S. [...]

Spanish lessons don’t always cover ordering breakfast

Our route to Mexico D.F. (D.F. meaning ‘Distrito Federal’, or Federal District, similar to Washington D.C.) took us from Nuevo Laredo through/around/near Monterrey, Saltillo, Matehuala, San Luis Potosi, Queretaro, and southeast on into the city. We stuck with the toll roads most of the way there, and were pleasantly surprised by the road quality on [...]

You might run to the border, but you will crawl back

“When you get to Laredo, cross the border & get your car permits, then come back across the border, stay in Laredo, and head out early the next morning,” we were told. Uh, ok. Things seemed off to a good start, as I had sussed out the best place to stay this side of the [...]

Texas, our final frontier

We rolled into Keller, TX in the evening on July 10th, and were excited to see our friends Heidi & Scott, and their boys, Nathan & Aaron. Luckily, we arrived in time for a brief showing of the latest and greatest in the world of toys– an impressive collection! The adults managed to [...]

Mmmmm chair…

There’s not a lot to be said for our drive from Grand Island down to Dallas/Fort Worth. Driving through Kansas and Oklahoma on I-135/I-35 *may* have even fewer redeeming features than driving on I-80 through Nebraska. The only highlight was after becoming ravenous & hoping against hope that we could find somewhere to stop besides [...]

Grand Island’s Coop de Grâce

Conversation I’ve had a zillion times in my life (second only to anything regarding my height):
Stranger: “Where are you from?”
Me: “Nebraska!”
Stranger (in a tone implying they know more than one city in Nebraska): “Oh! Where at in Nebraska?”
Me (in skeptical tone): “Grand Island… Do you know it?”
Stranger (in a tone admitting they aren’t 100% certain [...]

Iowa: more pigs than people

As we were driving in our separate cars from Chicago to Iowa City, I gave my Dad a call to pass some time. “Are you going to stop at The Machine Shed in Davenport?” he inquired. Apparently he’d been to this classic establishment (“A Restaurant Honoring the American Farmer”) many moons ago on an officiating trip [...]

Chicago: best city for… bacon?

After awakening from our cushy suite at the Hotel Palomar in Arlington, VA at a much earlier than hour than any sane person should be functioning, John & I got ourselves on the road to Chicago on July 3rd. I suppose this should have been an emotional departure from the city where we bought our first home [...]

And so it begins…

So after finally getting adjusted to living in the same city, having a mortgage, and driving on the Beltway, John & I decided to change it up this summer. First, we decided to get married in Scotland. Planning a wedding in the same time zone? Simply not enough of a challenge for us. So in [...]

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