As Tim mentioned in a previous post, our year of traveling has not always been fun and games. Think about it: the common bickering between man and wife, the stress of traveling in a foreign country, and the sadness of finding yet another filthy bathroom all gets compounded. Worst yet, you are spending 24 hrs a day, 7 days a week, 11 months with the person you most love, but also the person who many times you’ve wanted to kill–and in a fight between me and Tim I would ALWAYS put money on ME and my Chinese cleaver. So there have been epic fights.
Sometimes Tim and I scream at each other in the middle of the street in all our ghettoness. Sometimes Kelly leaves Diesel on the side of the road to teach him a lesson, only to find out that the next exit is not for another several miles, and when she finally manages to turn around and pick him up, his wrath has reached unprecedented proportions. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes Diesel criticizes Kelly for complaining about going up a mere 50 steps to get to a guesthouse. And sometimes I finish going up a looong flight of stairs and triumphantly yell: “ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY STEPS. I TOLD YOOOOOOOU!”
But then again, sometimes Tim rubs my back when I am feeling motion sickness (which is pretty much every bus ride we took). Sometimes Diesel tells me it’s ok to spend another 5 dollars so I can have a clean(er) bathroom. Most times Diesel will carry all the crap I’ve acquired along the way. Most times I let Tim sit by the window because he likes to look out the window, even if I have to take the middle seat. Sometimes I leave him extra food on my plate because he loves to eat. Sometimes I drive more than I want to because I know he’s tired. It’s been hard at times, but mostly it’s been good. If NY has taught us to rely on each other in a city where we knew almost nobody, this trip has taught us that we are in this for the long haul.
Thanks Diesel for the good times. I hope we win the lottery one day and can do a lot more of this (or please become rich for me).
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