It took awhile to get used to driving on the "wrong" side of the road and driving in the "passenger" seat but once I got that figured out, we were all set.
We passed a lot of small towns stuck in the past, each with their own character. In between the random towns, we passed hills, farms, and beaches. We pulled over whenever we found an interesting spot, set out our little table and chairs, prepared a meal in the middle of nowhere, and enjoyed the view. Now I know how the retirees feel when they go traveling in RV's around the United States. We can't wait to do something like this back home.
An empty beach and an ocean spotted with surfers. Good place to pull over.
And good place to make some sandwiches.
This is the life.
We spotted some llamas on the side of the road and used it as an opportunity to stretch our legs.