The Ultimate Indulgance

Written by Bessie about El Salvador. Feelin' happy
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Well, folks, we've done it.  The unthinkable has happened.  We've rented a car for the new two months.

I know, I know, what are we thinking?  Gas prices are going higher and higher (it's $4.60/ gallon here), and YOU'RE supposed to be roughing it.  Well these callouced feet, eat meals prepared with a pocket-knife backpackers now have an apartment with wi-fi, cable, a MAID named Doris (that stuff was all included in the apt, we swear), and our own car.  We're pretty spoiled at this point.

So the thing about is, we're living in a car society.  As a capital city, it's a little rough around the edges to depend on buses, and we wouldn't dare after dark.  (and the timezones are all goofed up and the rises before 6 and sets at 6)  And my giving directions in spanish here as nearly led to a few near-death experiences. 

We really went back and forth about it, and decided lifestyle had to win out over living on-the-cheap (and our egos).  Now we don't have to feel like 15 year-olds begging rides off all of our 16 year-old friends.  It's hard to get to the mall without a car, and working M-F, 9-5 our car will help us see all the sights. 

Oh, and we needed our own car so I could take all these ridiculous car pictures:

Car Pose - hood Car Pose - hoodCar Pose - tire Blueberry Interior

Our 2003 Hyundai Accent is frankly a hunk of junk.  She's got over 100,000 miles on her, her check engine light is always on, the AC only has one speed, the clock is always wrong, one of her locks doesn't work, and the list goes on.  She also doesn't do hills that well, but when she does, Kyle affectionately describes her as having a smokers cough.

We call her blueberry or 'my boy blue' depending on our mood, and our gal takes us anywhere we want, anytime we like.

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