Customary, somebody has to drive to the east of the country where my dad grew up to pay respects to the graves there - and we usually do it a few days prior. I actually look forward to the trip, though lately the family relations are so foul, it didn't seem like it was going to happen. But we did. And the trip was lovely! We drove by the smaller roads, often right under the highway, pass all the tiny villages and over the fields.. A few hours of a delightful beelining and, of course, with my navigational skills, getting lost :))
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