RV-ing with my Godmother, a former Flamenco dancer, has interrupted my writing. It’s true that I’m only a passenger, but I’m also the “Navigator.” I call myself “Navigator-in-Chief;” my Madrina (“Godmother” in Spanish) says I’m the “Navigator-in-Name-Only.” This information may be meaningful for those of you who know anything about my directional challenges. For me, anything that remotely resembles getting from one place on the planet to another requires an inordinate amount of brain power, a resource I am sorely lacking. Okay, I’m not “blocked” in the traditional writerly way, but being on the road has also meant inconsistent WiFi access (at best) and precluded blogging until now.
When we tried to go shopping yesterday we learned that WiFi was out in many portions of the US. Even the post office could not process credit cards or checks. Apparently, we weren’t the only ones with internet issues.
So in lieu of describing, at length, our many-to-date misadventures, I’m quickly posting a few details about our journey over the past week.
Having departed Cuenca the evening before, I left Quito the morning Pope Francis arrived in Ecuador’s capital, and I landed in Florida just as post-Independence Day mayhem hit the Fort Lauderdale Airport.
Usually less chaotic than her sister facility in Miami, Fort Lauderdale saw check-in queues that extended outside the airport’s front doors and sent my Madrina on a wild Godchild chase trying to find her baby goose (me). I may have been flying but, little did she know, I hadn’t flown the airport’s coop without her.
Packing the RV
We were two days late leaving Miami, as RV servicing was behind schedule. So we quite literally ferried supplies from the house, for two long days, and threw them into our home for the next seven weeks, piling the bed, sofa, and floor with everything from capris pants to pretzels, flip flops to knee socks.
On the Road
We traveled for four days from south Florida to a town just outside of Chicago called Michigan City, Indiana.
World Massage Festival
Here we are attending the World Massage Festival, where my Madrina is representing herself and her husband in absentia. My Godparents had been married for six and a half decades, when Raul passed away last fall, one month shy of his 97th birthday. After a lifetime of work in the theater he had launched a career as a massage therapist at the age of 63.
On Friday we will drive to Mackinaw Island in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. There my Godmother’s cousin Terri will be joining us for a few days. I can’t wait to meet her!
Stay tuned for an update on our feline traveling companion, Pepe le Mew. (Hint: I may not be the only one wearing knee socks this summer.)
To read the first post in this series, click here.
What would you like to know about our RV trip or about my Godparents’ lives as Spanish dancers and massage therapists? How has your summer been so far? Are you taking any road trips?
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