With bindi's in place and glitter dusted, we embarked on our journey. As Theresa and I pulled from Samoa Cookhouse, we sat for a moment in silence (and not just because the UHaul is lacking a cd/tape player) knowing that this would be the last gathering of its kind with people we love dearly.
At first it didn't hit me that our adventure was finally in motion. But as the fog disappeared behind us and I gazed at our gerry-rigged AC-converter boombox, I knew this UHaul had become the vessel of what is going to be not only an amazing vacation but also a graceful transformation for both of us.
....Let the plankings begin:
After driving 408 miles today we arrived at our final destination-PORTLAND. We are staying with two other Tomoans-Steve and Xelha. They just happened to be having a white trash party, complete with hot pockets and handlebar moustaches (not quite the transformation I was expecting, but I'll definitely take it for the evening). Also, they randomly know a kid named Paul LoCoco. Weird. I seriously think we are related.
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