I loved our family trips more than anyone else. The older I get the more they mean to me still. I think I love them even more now because I understand just how important they were to my development as an individual and an adult. On those long road trips across the border and into Mexico I grew up so much, somehow managing to discover myself in the midst of all the chaos of traveling with eight other people – my parents and six siblings.
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On The Road Again: Mini Road Trip This Time Around
We’re hitting the road again! This time for a mini road trip – very mini if you consider our last road trip from Texas to New York City and back. Or the dozens of trips by car we used to make every summer as kids in my family, again from […]