Twenty three. That number has many meanings. It’s Michael Jordan’s jersey. Its the pairs of chromosomes of me and probably you. In my case, it was in degrees Fahrenheit at 7 in the morning on March 24th in Washington, D.C. I was running late already with my planned departure of 6 a.m. It was damn cold! Too cold! It was as if DC was forcing me out. Telling me, “good riddance!” Little does she know, I’ll be back.
My stop for that day was Huntsville, Alabama. It’s a good halfway point between DC and Houston and one of my friends I grew up in Saudi, lives there. Being the typical Arab, Turki, took me to a great BBQ place and bought me a stack of pulled pork and beer. Unfortunately, I arrived pretty late since it was a really long drive from D.C. Door to door, it took me 11 hours! So I arrived at 7 p.m. and by 10:30, I crashed.
I headed out from Huntsville at 6:45 in the morning to start my second marathon drive. In fact, this half took longer, almost 13 hours. I arrived into Houston at around 9 pm and Will and Allie, my hosts, cooked me a great dinner and we proceeded to get drunk in their hot tub. Luckily, my next stop was San Antonio, which was only 3 1/2 hours away. I didn’t leave Houston until 6 pm and arrived in San Antonio later that night. Hisham and Meg were my great hosts for the night. In fact, Hisham took the morning off the next day to help me out with the final preparations for the trip.
Over the last three days, I managed to cover over 1,600 miles. I was lucky to have such great friends.
From here on, I am entering unknown territory… Mexico