cars

sixteen: and license-less

I guess most people get their licenses at sixteen. I was nineteen when I got mine. No, I didn't fail the driving test.

In New York you have to be eighteen to get your full license. And I turned eighteen right before leaving for a month in Africa. Days after I got back, I moved to Texas for a year. So... it didn't happen until I got back to New York just after my nineteenth birthday.

I got my license and moved to Africa. Which means I've driven way more on the wrong left side of the road than on the right.

How about you? When did you get your license? Any stories to share?

nothing

Nothing feels quite like coming home.

Even after seeing gemsbok (my favorite African antelope), watching a hippo watch us, and spending an evening with a herd of elephants, nothing feels quite like coming home.

Even after a pedicure, a back massage, and the professional hair removal of my, um, nether-regions, nothing feels quite like coming home.

Even after a road trip complete with good music, great conversation, and lots of laughter over an emergency on-the-side-of-the-road pee break, nothing feels quite like coming home.

Nothing, at all, feels quite like coming home.

(I didn't take very many pictures on safari, but here's the best of the best.)