Day 147

Not only did I drive to Vegas, we made with without ending up in Alaska or Texas. No head on collisions. No police chases. This was a turning point in my life. It's not that I wanted to drive, but I prefered it to repeating everything the gps said 8000 times so that Pietro knew when to keep left on the 15. 

A few new rules we have established. 

No asking me questions after 4pm. If he starts a sentence with "why do", I'm not legally obliged to answer. He's cut off.

Italian Time. This is when I do something like go to the wrong airport or get on the wrong train or accidentally put his memory card in his camera wrong so the pictures don't record. And he needs a few minutes to only speak ITALIAN. And when ask him to translate, he says "you can't even imagine what I just said right now YOU CAN'T". So I don't ask anymore. I smile and sometimes repeat everything for fun. FONCULO!

We got to Vegas just in time for our helicopter ride over the Grand Canyon. It's been his dream to see the Grand Canyon ever since he heard the Dire Straits song "Walk of Life" on a juke box when he was about 10. It was fun to see him so happy. And not swearing at me in Italian.

And it also made realize I want to be a helicopter pilot. I definitely need a helicopter. It was like being on the Jetsons!!!!!