This morning some Bum friends came out to visit us while on vacation. With them was a disk I ordered a few days ago to fix my computer’s hard drive. We originally met this couple through the website and when they were down here on holiday a couple years back they actually went with us to act as our witnesses when Ouest got her Mexican birth paperwork done. So they hadn’t seen Ouest since she was still in the seven pound range. We had fun catching up with them and Ouest warmed up to them quicker than I’ve ever seen her with anybody.
Unfortunately the DiskWarrior didn’t work and my computer is still out of commission. I eventually decided to just erase the hard drive, reformat it, and start fresh. But I couldn’t do that either. It’s now looking like my one-month-old hard drive is dead. Man are some things easier to take care of in the States.
Later on in the afternoon we met with another couple of Bum friends. The two of them are headed around the world in their VW bus. It’s not a splitty, but still pretty cool. Looking inside it both Ali and I got nostalgic. That really was a fun way to travel. We’d go back and do it again in a minute. Anyway, we had fun hanging out with them for a couple hours sharing stories and seeing a lot of ourselves in them. They met and married at basically the same ages as Ali and I and are now setting off on an around the world adventure at the same age we originally took off. We had a lot in common.
One funny exchange we had with them was when they asked if Ali ever drove the bus.
“Once in a while,” was her reply.
Once in a while. Actually it was twice in a while. The first time was when we were buried in the sand on the beach and I was at the back of the bus pushing. That time she drove one hundred yards. The next time was when I was inside a gas station and a tanker truck needed us to move. That time she pulled forward about thirty yards. That’s one hundred and thirty yards over the course of sixty some thousand miles. Math here: that is .000001% of our trip.
“Once in a while,” she says. Yeah, and I cook dinner once in a while too.
