Countdown to new york.

Im so not gonna fit in there. Im gonna be pegged a tourist as soon as i get off the plane. I talk loud, I value the comfort of a boomer t-shirt too much to wear trendy clothes, im not wearing a louis vaton purse, i cant spell louis vaton, and i will have 2 curious, uncultured, slightly noisy, boomer shirt wearin little girls taggin along behind me. But im lookin forward to it. This will be the biggest vacay ive ever been on. Travis is already headed up there and thank God im flying. I will be riding home with him, but our idea of travel is very different from the others. Ya see, i like the word.....relax. Travis likes the word......hurry. I like to eat at restaurants. Travis likes to eat trail mix. I like to stroll, travis likes to burn calories from the trail mix he ate. But most importantly, on a 30 hr drive home, i like to pee at a quick stop. Travis likes to say, "Here, eat more peanuts from the trail mix to absorb the liquid so we can keep on drivin.". 4 more days!!!