One of my favorite memories of any vacations is the trip down Route 66. From Chicago to Natchez, where we ran out of time and had to get back to Nashville to catch our plane. We went up Natchez Trace, which we called “Teletubby Highway” for some reason :D
I just loved driving along that old road, running into a Pontiac meeting in the beautiful village of Pontiac, loved how we discovered the tomb of Abraham Lincoln. Not to mention that old, cute Motel that looked just like we know it from the movies.
I wanna go back. I wanna go down all the way to the end. I might start playing the lottery^^