Thelma and Louise hit the road again...
Spring break is only just over and I'm still enjoying my tan from all those sunny days in Mexico. I should surely be past that adolescent phase of wanting to have an all-year golden glow by now, but I'm already thinking of the summer. It must be the influence of my fellow students or something.
Summer vacation isn't all that faraway and yet I'm already having a few daydreams about my next getaway. Being back at school sort of gives me a new structure to the year; student holidays mean that I get to go to places again and have a proper holiday. Working five days a week robs you of those long vacations when time limits hardly existed. When your money ran out, you got a bar job. And when school began again, you were ready enough to return and compare tans and talk about some summer fling.
Having only just debated the idea of going on a spring break, I find myself gazing out of the window in class and thinking about some long road trip down a highway. My last real road-trip adventure was in my twenties, back in the day when I had a mane of blonde hair down to my waist and wore size 4 denim shorts. Guns n Roses were on the radio and I was just having fun.
Sure, I've done a few road trips since then. Weddings, Christmas and Thanksgiving means I have to go up to my parents, my sister's, or friends who live a few highways away. My trusted golden Volvo is a reliable car and has kept me safe on those long and often dull roads. But if I do go on a long trip then I think I might hire a car, or even a few cars.
A novelty might also be for me to switch cars as I go along, you know: start with one, drive for a week, then drop it off and pick up a new model. Just to keep the trip refreshing I suppose. I'm pretty sure car hire lets you do that...either way I'll keep you posted as to what I decide to do if it helps you arrange a road trip. To be honest, at this point summer is pretty much up in the air, but I'll be checking out car hire with holiday autos to see what cool wheels are available to me.
Long as I have the right travel insurance, I can kick up some dust and relax.
I know a little here and there about cars and the sort of ride I want to invest in. I'd go for something black, a convertible maybe, but definitely something with a roof that you can take off. If you're hiring a car, then you might as well hire the most glamorous set of wheels you can afford. I could leave the books at home and see about maybe taking a couple of weeks off to see a few parts of the country. I know most of it by now, especially the south- being an Atlanta girl and all - but I'm not familiar with the East Coast and heading there from the West seems to be a pretty good idea. Maybe I'm just feeling the itchy feet of the freshmen and sophomores, but the notion of coasting around the country crashing in a few motels, drinking those tiny bottles of liquor out of brown bags appeals to me. I could get Julie along again, and have a gal-pal road trip. At 35 we can take our new suss and maturity out on the road.
Like I say though, summer time is just up in the air, and I bet I don't end up doing it. I'll probably be writing papers, but it's a nice idea and I can daydream out of the window and hear Guns n Roses on the radio.