Two days, 350 miles, lives in boxes
Jun 21, 2010
Aug 11, 2010
We just packed everything, hugged the Gophers goodbye, and started to drive, Javier, in a over-sized 16 ft long Penske truck, and I in the Turbs... Eight brutal hours later we arrived to the chaos of the Bay Area, where even the Ocean goes into hiding. We parked the cars and began loading our life-boxes into the unit that now contains everything aside from our passports and the blood in our veins (okay and some underwear)! Four hours, ten blisters (me-4, J-6), two sweat stained shirts, twenty some odd bruise, and perhaps a lifetime a back aches later, we find our hotel (forced to stay in a hotel in our own town seems rather odd)! Now I am writing this while squidman is writing an abstract for a conference which is due today (I wonder if he is writing about the history, or Argentina, or perhaps the peculiar smell of the Penske truck). I can not really feel my fingertips, I think they have forgotten how to be fingers and have now taken their position as permanent box-holders, claws stuck in an awkward position. Neosporin and hand lotion should save them... We are craving BBQ, or Pho, or anything really. We'll check back with you after we are full.