Well the road is certainly long to Gaudeloupe (gward-e-loop). This large caribbean island is a part of France, and a good way down the island chain. The flight took all day and it was dark when we landed. Even the taxi drive to the hotel took almost an hour, flying through the small windy streets with our French speaking cabbie. Opps, I thought you were going to learn French before we arrived?
Speed limit of 80, signs that say “don’t slow Texas down”, you can feel the free-wheeling drive to get things done. It’s very refreshing. The Tex-Mex food is pretty good too. But it was time to move on, so move on we did. We sold our beloved burgandy BMW, rented out our house to a long term leaser, packed up our stuff and hit the road. I moved from my big old powerhouse workstation to my laptop and Debbie and I set up to keep as many customers as we could that we could properly look after by phone and email. We were heading out to see the world, something we have not done since the early 80’s and never done together.