“My other car is a . . cruise ship” the bumper sticker on the car in front of me read. Remembering our last cruise made me laugh out loud:
It’s not about the car for me. Never has been. I was always more interested in where I would end up than how I would look getting there.
My other car is NOT a Lamborghini. (But I still get a charge standing in front of one!)
In Dubai, this is the norm rather than the exception. For me, it’s the opposite!
Doesn’t matter what type, model, color or age you have; unless you use it to head yourself in the right direction you may stay in the showroom for the rest of your life. The way I see it, you use the vehicle you’ve got to get you to the places you want to go. Good shoes for me are more important than fancy wheels.
Years ago, Ron and I rented a Westfalia in Germany (remember Shaggy and Scooby-Doo’s Scooby-mobile? Add a pop-up top and you’ve got it.) We weren’t concerned about luxury camping. We had found camping across Europe to be one of the cheapest ways to go, a great way to meet people and easy to find a space for the night. There are no Walmarts in Germany, but almost everyone holds the Walmart Policy: “Park here for the night!”
The memories of how we got there flood my mind and bring great smiles: From airplanes headed to Saudi Arabia, to bamboo rafts headed down the river.
And once we got there we always ended up using exactly what God had given us: Our brains and our feet. Remember what Dr. Seuss said: “You’ve got brains in you head, and feet in your shoes, you can steer yourself any direction you choose.
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Great weekend to you, too, dear friend!! Hope to see you soon. Hugs, Beverly