If you ever wondered what three guys would buy at the grocery store before starting a road trip, this is what we bought:
Three two feet long sandwiches
A pack of granola bars
A couple bananas
The biggest peanut butter format
One sandwich bread
One pack of cheap cookies
2L of water and orange juice
So, with what we thought was food for the next week. We sat in our rental car, A Chevy Aveo. We sat there for a couple minute eating what would become our favorite meal in the next weeks, peanut butter and banana sandwich. We were sitting in complete silence thinking about the same thing, how can we look sharp driving a damn Aveo. I can't remember when we left, but a couple hours later we were on the 93, the windows down, driving 80 mph, the music blaring out the speakers and Alex swearing because the sun was burning only one of his arm.
The original plan was to drive to the Grand Canyon, spend a night there and leave early the next morning for LA. But, as you probably already know, plans are
made to be broken and we had no news of our host in the last two weeks. So, we agreed to leave after the sunset and drive to the Californian border and sleep in the car for three or four hours before driving to Long Beach.
In the end we did meet our host. Just before leaving I check my e-mail and he sent us a message an hour before telling us where his place was. However, our mind was made, we were leaving tonight, but we chose to go see him before. As we drove through the village, we found out that he was not living in a house, but a very small camper. There was simply no way we could have slept five in one of those campers. They were probably not bigger than my bathroom. Anyway, we were about to quit, when we finally found his van. I knock on the door and was welcome to an angry dog and his wife. She was waiting for us and look really tired, but happy to see us. We spoke for a minute or so and I explain to her the situation. I was feeling bad, but we
had no choice. Even if she really wanted us to stay, there was no way we could fit the three of us in that place. I am not even talking about the crazy dog.
And yeah, how was the Canyon? Well like Jack Schmitt said, describing what you feel when you're standing on the edge of the rim of the Grand Canyon is like trying to remember your first love or the birth of your child. You have to be there to really know what it's like. But, it is an amazing freedom feeling. Sitting on the edge you understand that life is fragile and that only one bad move can change it all. Looking at the sunset, you understand that whatever how fragile life is, it is the most beautiful thing there is. And walking on one of the trail, you understand that at every turns there will be a new challenge, but also something great to discover.
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