Inertia... and movement

“It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.”
John Green, Paper Towns

We have camped in garage parking lots most of the week and tried to kill time in the crazy heat during the day. Humongous slugs had found the only spots of grass in the shade before we did and the cold cement blocks that looked appealing as make-shift tables and chairs to play Uno were infested with mosquitoes and rolly pollies. We played charades in a stinky waiting room, dripping with sweat while JF tried to finish a rush translation.

And then, there was this. A little oasis of nature and friendship for the girls and I while JF spent another 24 hours in mechanics parking lots.

The girls kept picking wild strawberries for Jacob who was delighted

And finally, as the sun was setting, he arrived with the bus, with a kick ass solar system and pulling the Westy, ready to leave. We said our goodbyes and started driving west under the full moon. The adventure had begun.