As some of you know, I took a trip of a lifetime to New Zealand in April for three weeks without Max to wander around solo in a van. After a 13 hour flight, I took my two very full bags on public transportation when I arrived and after I was dropped off, I walked to the van rental company. What seemed like forever, we went over the rules and regulations of the van until it was time to take the keys and start my journey. I drove out of the lot with hesitation since I am not familiar with driving on the left side of the road. In fact, I missed my exit because I was afraid of making a right turn. Eventually I followed another car and made it on the freeway going north. I pulled off the highway before a toll freeway to a gas station to practice pumping gas (as if I have never done that before) and to pay the toll on the kiosk. After I pumped gas, I moved the van around to the parking lot of a fast food restaurant. I went in to grab a sandwich...
