Saturday, August 22, 2009

The Yellow Van

On the way back to the parking lot, Nick and I found our dream vehicle. Part Herbie-the-love-bug, part yellow-submarine, the Yellow Van winked at us from across the road and we knew it was ours.

The small details—keys, ownership, a Slovenian or international drivers’ license—didn’t matter. We would leave behind the white van and the caravan and hit the road in our getaway van.

This plan lasted for about ten minutes, along with the sheep farm/winery/dance group idea, until we had to go. Nick gave up his spot in the white van so I could have one more turn as co-pilot before I left in the morning for Prague.

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