my hunger for adventure has only grown since returning from spain... and considering there's no longer an availability of low-budget plane tickets flying me to weekends in parisflorenceibiza, my jeep has become the only sensible portal to continuing my exploration of the world.
i sit next to a freshman friend in one of my classes. i exposed my roadtrip fever to him the other day... i told him to choose a city.
"sure, texas is perfect!" i replied, imagining photographing dusty landscapes, 10-gallon hats, and seasoned saloons.
i told him we should just do it. we could charge our credit cards only with polaroid film, coffee, and road snacks. we'd each compile 25 hours worth of our favorite music and keep the windows down. we'll block the wind with our offensively large cheap sunglasses. we'd wipe the midwest dirt off the lenses and laugh.
when our parents asked, we'd say, "no, we don't really know each other, but it's fine; it's an adventure"
i explained to him- the only real adventures come from pure impulse.
he thinks i'm crazy... anyone interested in being by co-pilot?
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... some photos to inspire an american feeling.
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