No Fixed Abode

It always takes a few days to get used to a new country’s driving style. Initially the Moroccan drivers were polite but further south it became clear that the white lines, if any, were largely ignored. Another habit they’d embraced, which I believe was borrowed from the Argentinians, was to make a pass without actually leaving the lane. This caused several missed heartbeats when visions of past lives flashed before us. Overall though the driving was easy and the way well sign

We once drove from Los Angeles to New Orleans via Omaha, Nebraska. Years later when quitting California for South America, we headed first to Canada. Now we were leaving southern Portugal for Morocco, and when it began with a stop in Lisbon, it wasn’t altogether a surprise. Fran has always found the act of being on the move a fine way to avoid responsibility, so we often take the long way round. Even when it includes the Cornhusker State. After three days of driving through P