Before my mom and I left for California, my dad spent a lot of time making a binder filled with maps and detailed directions to the motel, to the festival from the motel and back, and home again (because my mom has the good-at-getting-lost gene, and passed it on to me.) It was very thoughtful of him, and proved helpful in helping us navigate our way.
Here I am at the rest stop, just about to open the envelope.
Me reading the enclosed letter, which, among other things, told me that my dad had arranged for me to personally meet Nick Vujicic while at Spirit West Coast this weekend!! Needless to say, I was incredibly excited. Especially after thinking that the letter was going to give me some directions to a restaurant or someplace like that...what the letter actually said was much better than that!
My mom and I squinting into the sunlight while at a rest stop.
(I'm sorry that this photo and the next are sideways, but I'm new to adding pictures to my blog, so I don't know how to rotate it now that I've uploaded it, or if I even can. But I can't upload it again, because it's already given me trouble. So, for now you can turn your head to look at them and next time I'll try to remember to edit them before uploading them.)
One thing my mom and I forgot about California: you have to pump your own gas! We asked a lady who worked in the fast food place we stopped at for lunch (which was located right next to a gas station) for help, and she got a lady to show us how to pump the gas. The problem was, she did it, but just told us what to do, so we thought we understood....but it turns out we really didn't. (I know, I know, how hard can it be to learn to pump gas? I say it's pretty darn hard if it's not properly explained. So there.) We had quite a bit of trouble at the next gas station we stopped at, even with a woman from the am/pm store trying to help. Eventually we figured it out, and I took some pictures to commemorate the memorable event.