Our arrival was something out of an off-roading smut film. It had just rained earlier in the day—you could still smell it in the dirt. All around were the greenest greens our dry LA eyes had ever seen. Perfectly puffed clouds scattered across the sky. Puddles galore. And you bet we accelerated right into those tempting bastards every time. Car wash? Never heard of her.
(Well, not until our trip home when the US border patrol found cow bones in our back seat and pulled us aside, only to not claim said cow bones but to tell us to get a car wash before crossing back onto US soil next time. Yes they really said that.)