As I headed into Newark today, I made sure to drive extra careful. The tags on my car expired yesterday, and the new ones were waiting for me at my mom’s house. I wanted to be sure I wouldn’t give a highway patrolman any excuse to pull me over and fine me. So I was cruising along at 70 mph down 680 grooving to Interpol on the CD player, when I noticed some old man in a car next to me making angry faces at me. At first I thought my gas cap might be open or something, but then I realized I was probably not driving fast enough for this guy. “Welcome to the bay area”, I thought.
After a nice dinner with mom, I set to work on a watercolor of some boats in a shallow pier in Santorini, Greece. Mom took this picture while we stood in line for two hours waiting for the funicular (basically a mechanized lift to get up the cliff face to the city on the hill). It was like standing in line for a ride at Great America or something, only instead of being surrounded by annoying pre-teens, we were surrounded by annoying tourists. To be fair, most of them were polite and conversational. Only a handful cut in line or attempted to cut in line. One old woman who pretended not to speak any English successfully edged her way in, but another woman from an English-speaking European country almost got shoved into the Mediterranean by a feisty Brit when she tried to contend there was “no law” against cutting in line.
A special shout-out to my little sis for letting me use her laptop to do this post.