We are on the road again. Isn’t that the best feeling ever? This is day 1 of a slow road driving to Los Angeles and San Diego for 5 days. I am the person with the map realizing that if I like the road this much I should get that damn license and give my loved driver a break sometimes.

Right now we are at the Serrano Social Club Cafe in Modesto City. I am drinking “The Havana” coffee, which is a big Cuban Cortado with a heavenly taste. I admit that I see Cuba everywhere and often, more than normal, find similarities, things that remind me of or random Cuban stories to tell. It looks like California has a conspiration for me to love it more since I keep finding little things that make me feel at home, people crazy enough to feel safe and Spanish music that makes me dance and sing in unexpected places.

This going South bug can only be removed or worsen by going to Spain, which we are thinking of doing in January. It scares me how far I feel from Toronto, how much I like the Californian “roads”.

Next stop is Fresno, just for a little while. We should be in LA tonight. Let the loud music play. We are going to Hollywood. I should be excited but I have to confess: LA has never been a Saint of my devotion ( directly translated from Spanish) which means I’ve never been in a rush to get there.
Proof me wrong, LA! Make the sun shine and show me your real deal.