Another surf adventure. This time we headed north. An hour of driving the paved highways, we turned west and arrived on dirt roads; winding us through watermelon patches, mango and jack fruit orchards and corn fields. The coconut groves indicated we were close to our final destination.
Sam and I sang 'Country Roads' as we drifted along the dirt roads. Feeling nostalgic for the mountain drives we once took to go camping, snowboarding or hiking; we [unnecessarily] put the car into all wheel drive, belting out the chorus... 'Country roads, take me home to the place I belong...'
Sam and I sang 'Country Roads' as we drifted along the dirt roads. Feeling nostalgic for the mountain drives we once took to go camping, snowboarding or hiking; we [unnecessarily] put the car into all wheel drive, belting out the chorus... 'Country roads, take me home to the place I belong...'
I have a strange feeling that Mexico is the place I belong [for now].
...La Cruz de Huanacaxtle, Ocean Mama
Take me home, country roads.
