On The Road – Day One

I’m sitting on the bathroom stool at our hotel room. Don’t worry; no business being done – the lid is down so it would be a tad messy if it were.

Nope; I’m in here because Melisa (who is now also feeling bad) is trying to sleep and I don’t want to bother her with my coughing. I’m coughing about once every 30 seconds and my throat is screaming in irritated protest. I’m drinking water, drinking hot beverages (tazze di camomilla), and following the prescribed regimen of my prescription inhaler . . . all to no avail.

I’m pretty sure I’m coming out of this with abs of steel . . . or should based on how sore they are from all the coughing.

Anyway, without saying anything about my travels, here are a few photos I’ll post before hitting the sack (and hitting it hard).

We drive by some impressive dunes . . . regal, they were . . . No! Better than regal . . . Imperial!

We drove very close to the Mexican border and saw the border fence.

You know what? I’m coming around to the idea that we need a better fence.

Anyway, I’m crashing . . . Let me dump a few more photos and call it a post.

Wait; two more things:

1) my apologies for not getting any of the blogs tonight and for not answering comments. Maybe tomorrow night.

2) those photos are not in chronological order but for them with the smarts to figure out how to read meta data, good for you. You could almost follow our route because I had the location turned on.

Edited to add: it appears the meta data was stripped so good luck trying to figure out where we were . . . Unless, you know, you can read road signs.

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7 Responses to On The Road – Day One

  1. Giselle Bergeron says:

    Hope you both feel
    better soon. Safe travels.


    • disperser says:

      Thanks, Giselle.

      I’m sure one day we’ll look back at this as an epic adventure worthy of ballads and poems . . . But, right now, it’s just plain miserable.

      There are so many people I would like to blame but, ultimately, it’s my fault for choosing to associate with others and travel in confined space with them.

      I say “never again” but unless my books sell as well as the Potter books, I’m forever destined for public transport. Even worse, I first have to publish a book.


  2. I hope you both feel better soon!

    Love the photos! So beautiful! Love the blue skies and the cacti!

    I feel ugh-y. And I am losing my voice due to sinus crud/infection. So the world will be a quieter place for a few days. Fortunately for you, my fingers are not broken, so I can still “talk” on WP! HA!

    Safe travels!


    • disperser says:

      Our voices are very labored. We don’t get enough air through the vocal cords (or they’re super irritated) so words kind of start ok but quickly transitions to high pitch noises only trained service dogs can hear. It’s a bit like having laryngitis.

      Sorry you’re experiencing the same thing.

      It’s almost funny in the car because between our lack of volume and the road noise, if one of us speaks, the standard response is to smile and nod . . . that lets the other person know they neither heard or understood a thing said. We laugh about it . . . but, that too hurts.

      Hope you have a speedy recovery.

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  3. AnnMarie says:

    Safe travels and a speedy-er recovery!


    • disperser says:

      This thing is proving resilient. We’re rarely sick, and we usually run on the short version of the malady’s course.

      Not this time; I think they’ve taken up residence and want to travel out East.

      Anyway, thanks, Ann and mom.


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