I am writing this on Sunday, October 6, 2019. I am in a McDonalds somewhere. I just finished gobbling down a McMuffin and a salad. But my main reason for being here is to write to you. I have so much to tell and I wanted to tell it in order of when stuff happened. It's too much between the last post and the loss of my wallet far from home. Days and days of driving and my body is so stressed I am almost shaking with adrenaline... or is that caffine. On the way up to Wisconsin I drank two full thermal-cups of coffee each morning and didn't feel this way. But then I didn't drive day after day after day, sometimes between big semis and sometimes sitting in heavy traffic waiting for the light to change so I can creep up a few feet and sit and wait some more. I have decided I love seeing people and visiting with family and friends. I love seeing new places. What I don't love is the driving day after day to get home. It might be different if I had not booked an
Letters to friends from a young-old woman, author and life explorer. This is Susan's journal of continuing travel adventures, goofy mishaps, and life experiences.