Sisterchicks in Sombreros (2011)
“Joanne was driving now. We hadn’t talked much during the past hour or so while traversing the desert on the winding road that lowered us into view of the spectacular coastal waters of the Sea of Cortez. The bright blue of the water and crisp white of the beach contrasted sharply with the muted grays and browns we had been viewing since we left Ensenada.
“Where should we go first?” Joanne asked.
“A gas station,” I suggested.
“Good idea. We’re almost out of gas.”
I hadn’t been concerned about filling up our tank as much as I was eager to use the facilities. If this sleepy town had any running water at the gas station—even from a spigot—I was going to wash my face and hands thoroughly and cool off the back of my neck.
By my watch it was nearly ten o’clock. The dust from the road and the sun in our faces, along with a mouthful of unbrushed teeth, made me feel grungier than I remembered ever feeling in my life.
Joanne pulled into the first Pemex station we saw. While she communicated with ...the attendant in English, I made use of the less-than-premium facilities.MoreLess
“Where should we go first?” Joanne asked.
“A gas station,” I suggested.
“Good idea. We’re almost out of gas.”
I hadn’t been concerned about filling up our tank as much as I was eager to use the facilities. If this sleepy town had any running water at the gas station—even from a spigot—I was going to wash my face and hands thoroughly and cool off the back of my neck.
By my watch it was nearly ten o’clock. The dust from the road and the sun in our faces, along with a mouthful of unbrushed teeth, made me feel grungier than I remembered ever feeling in my life.
Joanne pulled into the first Pemex station we saw. While she communicated with ...the attendant in English, I made use of the less-than-premium facilities.MoreLess
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