We paused on our Route 66 trip in Albuquerque, New Mexico so Bubba could get home to prepare his tax return. He called us to say he was getting back so much cash, he wanted to take a vacation from our vacation. His desire is to go to a cabana in the Caribbean. He will tell you the rest of the story himself.
Since this trip involves a plane and some distance, I enlisted the help of some guy on the Internet whose name I’ve forgotten already. I told him what I wanted and he said he would take care of everything. All I had to do was give him my bank information and send money to him in Nigeria and he would take care of everything. I was a little hesitant, but he said I could trust him so it must be okay, right? I’m sure he won’t lead me astray.
I checked with my doctor and he said I need to take some precautions before I traveled. He sent me to see a nice nurse. I wasn’t sure what she was doing with that pointy thing but she seemed glad to see me.
I found out what she had in mind.
The next stop was the pharmacy to pick up some pills he recommended. I’m not sure if my plastic system works this way but I don’t want to take a chance.
I showed up at the airport and the lovely gate agents helped point the way to the Miami flight where I would take another flight to my cabana. They called it the cabana flight…I think.
I wasn’t quite sure where my next flight would take me so I checked out a map. There were a lot of places I could go from there.
On the flight I met the famous Joseph Chase. He is the hair stylist to the stars; well known for his Brazilian Blowouts. I asked him if he could do anything with my sparse hair. He said he would give it a shot.
He brushed and brushed and …that guy really can perform miracles!
When we landed, I was directed to another gate. Next stop would be my easy going dream vacation on the beach. Did they spell cabana wrong?