We have a little jingle that we sing when life down here gets a little uncomfortable–
“Welcome…to…life…on-the-road!”
Then we laugh and make the best of things.
Life on the road is quite different down here than life on the road in the States. In a literal sense, road tripping is an experience like no other. You can buy coffee and desserts from speed bump vendors, purchase pots and pans from roadside stands, and take in the sights of beautiful tropical scenery all while being choked by exhaust fumes.
“Welcome…to…life…on-the-road!”
I love when our food is ordered for us, because it’s like the mystery surprise in the Cracker Jack box. My first full day in Venezuela was spent in Maracaibo. I was given greenish potato and banana soup then a plate of spaghetti heavily drizzled with mayonnaise. My second day in Maracaibo produced a hamburger covered in fried potato bits and….more mayonnaise, lots of mayonnaise. Just a few days ago in Isla de Margarita, I was given a plate of spaghetti mixed with shrimp and some unrecognizable seafood items. Today, my friend told me, “Guess what I ate at the ballpark in Margarita?” I guessed nachos because I’m hoping to find a ballpark here that sells nachos–no luck so far. Her reply??? “No, no nachos…cow stomach.”
“Welcome…to…life…on-the-road!”
Yesterday was an interesting day at the airport. After an hour delay for our flight, we waited an additional hour for our flight’s luggage to show up in baggage claim.
“Welcome…to…life…on-the-road!”
Today my husband walked nearly a mile to have his clothes laundered for tomorrow’s plate job. The Laundromat was out of water.
“Welcome…to…life…on-the-road!”
“LIIIIIIIFE…ONNNNN…THE! ROAD!!!” Dunn, da, dun!
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