I'm back to my temporary mother land, Boise, Idaho. Driving to Fort Collins, Colorado was a bitch. I was planning to drive the entire eleven-hour route, but thanks to Meshal and Fouad's birthday gift, I decided to stop somewhere along the way. Their gift consisted of a delicious, filling dish of fool. For you Arabic speaking audience, you know exactly what I'm talking about. As for my other respected audience, well, I don't know, educate yourselves.
After a course of fool, Arabs know how to describe that kind of funk. Ask a Mexican how that big-ass bean burrito was and he'll give you a specific diagnosis of what he had just encountered. I'm talking about the severe case of light-headedness, extreme dehydration, and a few yawn attacks. Speaking with authority, that has always been my experience with foolSome victims report hot flashes, but that's yet to be researched. Anywhoo, I hit the road at 5 a.m. driving through what is left of Idaho and heading down south to Utah. Six hours behind the wheel and the symptoms, explained earlier, started to kick in. It was about time to get some rest. I didn't want to die as a martyr for fava beans.
I've always enjoyed driving cross-country. It gives you a chance to reflect, analyze, and sometimes just to locate a purpose. I have spent the six birthdays on the road. It gets me thinking every time what it really means to turn a year older. This time, it got me thinking seriously on what it means to be 26. I spent the whole drive comprehending it. Do you want to know what being 26 means to me? Do you really, really want to know? Are you asking for the absolute, honest truth? Okay, I'll tell you. It means...hmm...Nothing.
I decided to stay in Salt Lake City for a night. I found this cheap-looking place, went in and asked if they had any rooms for the night. I didn't ask for the rates initially because I wanted to give the impression that I was interested, and money was not an issue. From the looks of the place, I didn't think it was. After negotiations, I managed to pull of a discount thanks to my nice rack...kidding...it was my birthday, silly.
To be continued...