We had begun our road trip finally up the iconic Route 1. When we started off the next morning, we had no time table, no reservations, just a road map. We would get wherever we ended up, whenever we ended up. When we were hungry, we ate. When tired, we slept. No appointments, no deadlines— the truly relaxing kind of vacation that few of us are able to take and that we ourselves had never had the luxury of taking. There had always been the mountain of bills to pay and business to attend to. So we deserved this, and we took our time enjoying it – this road trip where we could spend a night, a week, or a month, if we wanted, anywhere we ended up. It was so exciting that I had a hard time explaining it to my relatives. They thought I’d lost my mind, I suppose.