Ah, road trips! That ever-calling, gypsy-gene, love’em-till-you-hate’em pull of the open road journey. We look forward to them like a child for Christmas, then when our cramped and bloated bodies protest we can’t wait to get back home.
My daughter and I took a road trip to upstate NY. (Um, actually I don’t think it was up state, maybe west state? We got really close to Canada, so maybe?) We went to a book release party for a dear friend of mine, S. R. Karfelt. Go buy her book! Click!
My darling D has recently become a vegan, which is really nice for me, because I get to tease her endlessly about it. (Can’t you imagine how much fun she had on this trip!) Anyway, I have found the ever joys and trials of being confined in a small 4×4 space for 26 hours with a vegan and I thought I would share them with you, in case you ever decide to take a road trip with your favorite vegan.
You might be traveling with a vegan if…
… you hear munching sounds coming from the back seat every hour on the hour.
…your trip partner can core and slice a bell pepper with her bare hands. (A bit scary, really.)
…2 hours into the trip, you have an intense desire to stop at Cracker Barrel and buy a car freshener.
…your trip partner insists her fumes don’t stink and come out in the shape of a halo.
…when you stop for food, you want what she’s having because it looks so fresh
…when you lay your snacks on the counter, you want to hide your Snickers under her hummus and apple slices.
And last but not least you might be traveling with a vegan if the road chat is the deepest, most meaningful and significant conversation you’ve had in months and you find yourself caring more about the world you live in as you see through her eyes.
Stay tuned! Dayla will retaliate with the next blog, You might be traveling with a Carnivore if…