The Travel Peoples

  Going on a trip to celebrate my husband's birthday and mine has become a family tradition. They are just three days apart. The first spot to start this tradition was San Diego, California. We instantly loved its weather, and our good family friends welcomed us there like we were never separated by distance and time. We drove from Los Angeles to San Diego for nine hours with a few pit stops along the way. On the long freeway, we saw contrasting views in succession: open fields of grass, mountains, ocean, and houses and buildings later on. I remember getting lost because our GPS tracker lost its signal while we were passing by mountainous areas or somewhere remote. There was a fork and we did not know if we should make a left or a right. The worst part was, we were running out of fuel. We were oblivious because we were enjoying our chats and what we see along the way. We were praying for a petrol station. It was getting dark, and we were caught in a village that looked like Elm Str...