We went to Fusa this past weekend for Efrain's Birthday. Happy 65th!
I think there's a saying that getting there is half the fun or something to that effect. Really we don't do much when we get there as I've mentioned before. I believe part of the reason for this is the terrifying journey there takes a little time to recover from. Two hours of twisty roads through the mountain, crazy arse drivers taking their lives (and everyone elses) into their hands at every chance to pass even ONE car ahead of them. We almost always see at least one accident, more often two. Last time we came across a truck full of paint, that misjudged a corner (apparently) and skidded off into the pseudo ditch, twisting it's cab into a pile of metal and spewing blue and yellow paint across the road and along it's path of destruction. Amusing only because the driver was just sitting there waiting for someone to come and salvage his wreck for him. I spend the two hours with heart in mouth, desperately clutching Lukas' head so it doesn't whip off at the sudden swerves Peter makes. I have never driven or seen the Autobahn, but I imagine they have nothing on the skills of Colombian mountain drivers.
On holidays it is the same but of course with twice as much traffic. Some smart person, politician or policeman, not sure which, decided the carnage level was becoming too high and set some rules down. Now at peak travel hours during holidays they stop all the traffic one way.. say going "down".. for about a 30 minute span and let the traffic from the other direction (two lanes) run solo for that time. It's great because you don't have to concern yourself with oncoming traffic, but it whips the people who have the "GO" into a frenzy of speeding lest they get caught and have to wait for the other directions turn. Good in theory and apparently effective. The wait of course is frustrating with an active baby who doesn't like to be confined in the seat for more than 20 minutes, never mind 30 minutes of idling.
This time was not a holiday so it wasn't too frantic. We still didn't escape unscathed though because poor Lukas got carsick all over! Lesson learned.. don't top up the baby with milk two minutes before you leave for such a crazy journey.
Anyways..it was a nice hot and sunny break from all the rain we've had the last couple of weeks. Efrain is a great cook, so we had good eats and some birthday cake to round it out. Of course I'm the only one in the picture not looking as I'm trying to head off some disaster Lukas was trying to create.
