Road trip

After much consideration, Josh and I decided not to subject the rest of my family to the every-2-3-hour pit-stops and potential back-seat screaming that a road trip with Zoë would entail. So, as I mentioned in my last post, she and I flew to Oakland rather than driving there with the rest of the gang. What I didn't mention was that in order to receive that $200 voucher, Delta had to buy me a ticket on Southwest, and while I was waiting in Southwest's boarding area, I was watching CNN, and on CNN was a story about a family who was "kicked off" of a Southwest flight (i.e. not allowed to board the connecting flight) because their children--first-time fliers--were too noisy. Good thing I don't tend to be anxious by nature. But, like I said, it turned out just fine (as did the flight back, incidentally).


Josh had a much longer trip. Júlia (remember? the one visiting from Catalonia, Spain?) was pretty excited about engaging in the American tradition of the summer road trip. Twelve hours later I'm not sure she felt the same way, but it's hard to tell with her because she's such a good sport. In any case, the car gang, which also included my mom and Jesse, stopped at lots of sites along the way:

The Salt Flats. Photographically cool, but . . .


. . . a little bright.

Júlia didn't get to see Vegas, but Reno is the next best thing, right?

Unfortunately, the normally gorgeous turquoise waters of Lake Tahoe were obscured by smoke . . .


. . . which fortunately made for some gorgeous sunsets in the Bay Area. But in the end, they made it the twelve hours both ways and even lit out on an additional (six hours each way) trip to Los Angeles so Josh could shoot some footage for Cleanflix and Júlia could see Hollywood.


All-in-all, Júlia got her all-American road trip experience, complete with a new found appreciation for real American junk food. Her favorite? Wendy's chicken nuggets.