Lost

Driving by night in a never-used car in an unknown country without a street map to a never-visited location is challenging. Especially after a 12-hour flight. And it becomes a real challenge if you suddenly lose orientation. Lost in the streets of San Jose. This is how 34.6 miles became 55.7 miles. I cannot explain how I got back onto the 237 after I left the 101, but somehow I did it.

After 22 h of driving, running and flying, I reached my appartment and entered all the necessary number combinations. Finally I could stretch out on the bed and eat the welcome cookies, see the picture above. As you might notice, I'm not alone: beside me lies Cindy, my borrowed travel mate. Obviously the hand luggage box wasn't a good sleeping place either as she seems to be exhausted too. So, we went to sleep immediately. Ah - one vital question remaining - do we share a bed? Unfortunately there was no other way, but I can assure you that we both do not want to extend our relationship beyond friendship and our current focus on offspring is rather low. So, good night!