notes from the road

I wasn’t even supposed to get Pete at first. I probably should have had a Bobby or a Mitchell. I paid for a Bobby or a Mitchell, never dreaming that I could have a Pete – way out of my league. But I was just real smiley with the dealer and crossed my fingers and then Pete rolled along. And I fell in love.

Ya know, I started this whole personification thing and now I can’t think of a smooth transition to let you know that Pete is a car. Guess what???? Pete is a car.

I’m a witty one, aren’t I? HA.

Carolina and I were planning a short road trip and made some cd’s that we could listen to (err, sing really loud to – pathetic girl songs like “Always Be My Baby” by Mariah Carey and “No One” by Alicia Keys) as we drove.

Then the rental agency picks us up in a cheapo Toyota (aka Bobby), because that’s all we could afford. But Bobby didn’t have a cd player.

“Aww shucks Mr. Car Rental Guy, it’s a real shame that we made all these cd’s and won’t be able to listen to them.” (batting eyelashes, twirling hair)

Enter Pete. Subaru station-wagon, 4 wheel drive, 6 disc cd player, all the bells and whistles Pete. For the price of Bobby.

Nice.

So I hit the road with no cares or concerns – just a German, a football, and some chocolate bars as big as your head. What more could a girl ask for? Although, the chocolate bars made Carolina and I feel like self-indulgent fatsos, so we proceeded to do 25 jumping jacks anytime we had a pit stop.

We spent 2 days driving, stopping to play catch or go on short hikes, and taking in all the breathtaking scenery. It was a wicked good time and just to let you know – Carolina and I are now getting along swimmingly. Really well. Finish each other’s sentences, know what the other person is thinking from a look, laughing our heads off well.

And now we’re back in Picton. Which is nice. It’s kinda sad being here without the crazy German boys, who are back in Germany, but it feels a little like home nonetheless. I’m wofing at the Sequoia Lodge this week (where I wofed the first time I was here back in February).

Out of the 20 weeks I’ve been in NZ, I’ve spent 6 of them in Picton.