In the Middle

I am realizing as I get further and further from home that I need to quit looking on Google Maps how far "home" is from me. In the beginning I did it so I wouldn't bother Tristan with the child - like question "how many hours have we travelled"? Day 2- I saw the number, 23 hours and I hit the “I am homesick button.” Day 3 - I am no longer checking how far I am from ‘home’.

Also learnt that it is very exciting to all of us when your bus can pass another vehicle on main highways when we can do the grand speed of 60.

I was playing some music that I enjoyed and Tristan asked Mr. A if he’d take a turn driving, his reply was ‘if I get to choose the music.’ Thanks Mr. A for politely not telling me my music taste is awful but I still got the hint.

It is the little things that cause me to chuckle for example - my very girly squish mellow pillow fell out of the bus when Mr. A stepped out at a truck stop. He picks it up and brushes off the dirt and throws it into the bus. I reply, it’s very nice isn’t it. His comment, it is soft. I had to smile to myself. 

 I am hoping I learn to appreciate hot water with a touch of coffee in the next few days. I haven’t grasped the concept of these men drinking what is claimed to be coffee. Or maybe, I will just quit drinking coffee, that maybe is a better alternative.

 Last night we were at a motel for the night. We all enjoyed showers, soft bed and a good night’s rest. We are 20 minutes from the Transmigrante Aguila. I felt slightly guilty climbing into bed at 10:15 while my dear husband drove to the Transmigrante to sign us in a while. This morning bright and early he headed out again to work on the paperwork. I am so grateful for my husband and his hard work. I feel blessed to be here enjoying the luxury while he sweats away at the dirty work.

                                            

 Mr. A & B say I can join them later this afternoon while they tour Harlingen, Texas. I have a feeling we will end up at a steak house somewhere. 

Till next time, adios.