The Tan family is scattered around the Bay Area with my Kuya Junior and his children a little bit farther away but still within 2 to 2 1/2 hours driving distance. At least that’s better than having to ride a plane to go to LA or Houston or New York to visit a relative. I am the only one so far away, 12 to 13 hours away by plane. My sister and I wished that we live a little closer together, maybe a 6 hours flight. But then again, who knows, if we leave closeby, maybe we would start getting into each other’s nerves. Unlike now, we always miss each other.
Edmund and I have embraced the fact that we can’t enjoy our short California visits without driving miles and miles of road. Except he complains that I have no help being a navigator. I can’t read the Iphone screen (too small), and I have very poor sense of direction. He has to stop once in a while to figure out the direction himself.
If you enjoy driving long distances, then California or America per se is for you. The scenery is good, the flow of traffic is generally manageable, and the driving time in between places is still predictable. 
There’s no way you can enjoy your stay if you hate driving or you don’t know how to drive or is afraid to venture into the vast and endless freeway. A comfortable and reliable car, a full tank of gas, a credit card, some cash, GPS or map, plus an above average sense of direction and you’re good to go.
Kulang, one must know how to put air in the tires.
Be sure to have some quarters in your pocket. They can come in handy. 
Knowing how to put air in tires is an integral part of being a good husband.
Almost an hour have passed, we were still at a Livermore gas station, in an unfamiliar place. 10 pm, the poor husband had no help, wife’s only value was holding the hose. 
