I grew up in an area of Sacramento where the word “vacation” was nonexistent. Many families, including my own, had first generation working-class parents who were too busy working, saving money to send back to their families in their homeland. This explains why I’ve never had the travel bug. But it makes it harder to explain how I quit my job of 3.5 years and traveled the country for 10 whole weeks, sometimes staying in strangers’ homes.
Doesn’t show every stop because Google Maps maxes out, but it’s the route we took.