I want to carve initials into the sign marking the end of the Pan-American – my parents’ initials, not mine. We have finished the journey for them and I am composing the afterword for a book I know will come.
“I had no idea the end of the world could begin so gently and sweet smelling. The sky and the land relinquish their rigid boundaries and melt into liquid and cloudy horizons. ..
The colors whisper and blend into soothing half-tones and glows. The breeze stirs clover and salt and mussels and rain into something like a sigh. It is a place where even dreams can rest.”
Follow this bonus-material blog and ride along on a one-year road trip that inspired the memoir The Drive: Searching for Lost Memories on the Pan American Highway. On sale now. Get yours through the buy-the-book links at the bottom of the landing page on my teresabrucebooks.com website or here or here. Planning a road trip? Buy the audiobook here. Like The Drive’s Facebook page and tweet back at me @writerteresa. Like travel anthologies? I’m in a brand new one called Alone Together: Tales of Sisterhood and Solitude in Latin America which you can get here.