There have been no young and handsome police officers. No quirky good deeders. No shimmering desert roads bathed in golden rays of sun. Having the van break down has been a far LESS romantic event than Hollywood would leave me to believe.

I KNEW it would happen.
And secretly: I relished the prospect.

Naive, stateside Kimberly thought, Aha! Therein lies a story to be collected! One more gold coin in the piggybank of adventurous mishaps!

However I now know those must be chocolate coins I had envisioned, wrapped in gold foil, for we drown our sorrows with cocoa powder. All of our real gold coins are sunk into a van that feels less like a treasure with each passing day.

-K