Guess what? CouchSurfing.com decided to interview me about my experiences using the site during Cross Country In A Ford. Yea! The interviewer was an awesome women named Mars (nickname) from Brazil, yea for Sype as well, and
We had a great time in Dallas, but alas it’s time to go home. We packed up and left hoping that the car would make it back home.
We were staying with Luis from Couch Surfing and this would be our last couch surfing adventure. It seems like the longer we’re on this adventure the more upset people get about us couch surfing. I’ve even been accused of leading my family down the path of destruction because we’ve chosen to stay with folks we don’t know across the country. I’m an educated, well-traveled woman with dignity and class so I’d like to take this time to respond by saying *blows rasberry*.
In Jackson we stayed with an awesome young man and his girlfriend that provided us with our own room and bathroom, played with Edgar and gave him kisses, and offered to make us dinner though we didn’t get in until about 10pm.
In Alexandria we stayed on a beautiful piece of land next to the Red River with some of the most gracious hosts I’ve ever encountered. We had our own room with an ensuite bathroom. They made us breakfast (every heard of a cheater’s omlet?), gave us a jar of mayhaw jam, let our dog run amok near the pond, and invited us back if we’re in town again.
I understand that everyone you meet might not be made of rainbows and happiness, but I think that there are plenty of folks that are. We seem to have met every single one of them on this trip. People we didn’t know were willing to go out of their way from Cali all the way to Atlanta and back again. Thanks to all of you because this trip would not have been possible without you. Since we experienced all of these positive folks, and heard so much negativity about it, I thought that my luck may have run out by the time we made it into El Paso.
We got in early, ate at Rudy’s BBQ (Edgar LOVES brisquet), and went to get Edgar some more food. Following Luis’ directions we came across a plaza with Pet’s Barn in it. We decided to go in and see if we could get Edgar a little din-din, but were not prepared for what we found.
I know that folks love their pets, but wow! I don’t think I ever saw anything like this in my life. It surprised me so much I just had to get a photo.
They didn’t have the food we like to buy for Edgar so we went across the street to a big-box pet store. We got the food and were on our way. Luis didn’t get off until 9pm, so we had a bit of time to kill. Anyone up for a $0.99 Icee from Burger King? Oh yea! Sidenote: remind me to tell you how much money we spent on Burger King this trip. I gave Luis a call around 9pm to let him know that we were in town. He told me that he was waiting on his last driver to come in and he’d give me a call when he was finished. Cool. We went to the Dollar Tree and stocked up on treats for the last stretch into Los Angeles.
10pm. Still no call. We drove over to Luis’ house and parked near his home. While we were killing time we decided to walk Edgar. This is a NICE area! The homes are all modern looking with beautiful foyers with two story glass windows that allow you to see the stairways and ornate light fixtures. Nice places, but Luis was still not home. We decided to wait in the car.
About 11:15pm Luis pulls up. We are so tired that we don’t even bring our stuff in. We welcomes us in, provides water, and tells us about his grandmother’s recipe for huevos rancheros that he’ll make for us in the morning. We’re almost home, so we decide to get up at 5am and make the last miles into LA. Riiiiiiiight… lol
Luis wakes us up at 5am and I tell him to wake me up in an hour. I’m a great houseguest, no? lol By the time I finally drag my sorry ass out of bed it’s 7:30am and we have to get on the road! We chit chat with Luis a bit while stealing ALL of his ice from the freezer. Hey, we’re going through the desert and need water. Don’t judge me … lol
It turns out that Luis runs his own company, Restaurant Express, in El Paso. Nice! You know I love to see a young person in business for themselves. Long story short, we had to get on the road, so no huevos rancheros for us. =(
Hello Cali! We’re coming to see you!
I’m so happy that I got the chance to work with Promise House in Oak Cliff again. I started volunteering back when I was in graduate school at UNT for anthropology. The first thing I ever did was volunteer at a Hallowen event with Sonja. She was awesome then and she’s awesome now. She really cares about the students in her charge.
I’m not allowed to show photos of the students, but we had a great time learning about scarcity, abundance, social constructions, and marketing ploys. Ahhhh… the beauty of growing young minds.
We made it to fam’s house, but now we’re stuck here. The car starts, but it won’t actually get in gear. I looked on Craigslist to find a mobile mechanic and thank goodness I found an awesome guy that was willing to come out and take a look at the car for $20! Whoo hoo Craigslist.
We had to buy a new one for $65 and pay him $90 to change it. Not too bad considering why the drive shaft is broken into two pieces.
He was able to get the old one off and the new one on pretty quickly. We were happy to be back on the road … until …. we remembered that we still had to fix the original problem of the tire.
We were able to get two almost new tires for $50. Not a bad deal when you realize we spent $125 on two tires in Jackson.
All is well, but we’re not home yet. All I can do is hope for the best. The Los Angeles Black Book Expo is on Saturday. I’m delivering a panel and a workshop so I hope we make it back in one piece and on time.