I haven’t been on a real vacation ever since I went to Japan, which is roughly 2 years ago. I was looking forward to this one because I was going with my girlfriend. We went on a trip last summer to Minnesota, but we didn’t spend much time with each other because she was running around doing activities with her cousins.
This vacation has been a couple of months in the making. I know my girlfriend needed it and I just wanted to unplug from the ‘9-5’ and relax for more than a weekend. So we picked California, particularly Oakland for a night, and then off to the Mountains (about 2.5 hours away). The drive through Northern California was satisfying, probably because I wasn’t driving, I was also soaking up all of the fresh and breezy air. Oh yeah, we went to California because my girlfriend’s friend husband was celebrating his 30th birthday.
As we were driving, all I was thinking of was looking over the balcony from the beach house and drinking as much as possible. I didn’t care about the scenery. I wanted to chill, eat, drink, have sex, and that’s about it. But, as I was day dreaming I started paying attention to the road. We drove over the Bay Bridge, which consisted of dirty, nasty, gray water. We went through this one ritzy town, where the locals looked like they enjoyed there quiet, but happenin habitat. We kept traveling on highway 80 or 580 to finally take a detour to the mountain side. The land was clear and flat, as if it was used for farming, as there were cows everywhere to eat, shit, and to look at the cars, trucks, and RV’s pass by. I didn’t know how much longer we had to get to our destination, but I stopped day dreaming and paid attention to the scenery. It was like something from a movie; the elevation kept rising and noticed their were deeps, turns, and mountain passes on both sides of the curvy road. It seemed there were at least 200 turns to get to our destination, I so badly wanted to take over in the driver seat to experience something I have only seen in movies or the television screen. But I stopped acting like I was the best driver ever in the world and enjoyed my time in the passenger seat. Continue reading