Wrong turn.... Right turn...
Trip Start Jun 06, 2009
49Trip End Dec 01, 2009
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The "truth is stranger then fiction" part of this entry begins with my car's engine light coming on. If you've payed attention, this issue came up back in July; when I was entering Canada and took my car to a service place in Quebec city. The issue was never resolved and I knew the problem would have to be fixed eventually. Well, eventually is on your way to Albuquerque.
So as I finally found Devon and John's place, outside the city and quite remote, I was relived to have gotten the car that far. I met Devon and her husband John and instantly felt at home. My dad and Devon's mom are old theater friends and I promised my dad I would visit them on the way back to Atlanta. Devon and John are both teachers and very well read. They also had a piano, a bunch of friendly cats and the sweetest dog I think I've ever met
Along with feeling at home, I also felt like crap. Seriously, I got sick a day after being there. Something I thought would happen as soon as I got home to Atlanta. I'm so thankful to John and Devon for understanding and helping me get better.
Unfortunately, I forgot all about my car. Remember my sick horse? Yeah, I didn't either. So by the time I got well enough to get it to Toyota, I was already there days longer then planned. Remember Bugs' wrong turn? My car was so sick it took an extra 5 days and over $4000 to fix! Are you kidding me?!! And it gets better. During this period, I had talked to my parents and we were all anxiously awaiting test results about my mom. And Tami and I had a fight over the phone! All within a day.
Well, I didn't waste much time. There were some lemons to squeeze! I made up with Tami, the test results were negative by Monday, I recovered and spent a ton of time, while waiting on the car, to practice piano, guitar, and paint. We even took a drive through the mountains and had dinner in Santa Fe. By Tuesday night my car was ready and I spent one last evening hanging and laughing with Devon and John. By now, the idea of making it back to Atlanta by Thanksgiving was out of the question. I had stayed in Albuquerque a week longer then expected, but I never would have had the chance to make new friends and find the real beauty of New Mexico. A stark beauty that only reveals itself for short times throughout the day. If your paying attention, you can find beautiful things where you least expect.