After spending six years in New York for school and then work, I started to worry that if I didn't make a hop across the pond soon, it might never happen at all. So, when a close friend who had just moved to Berlin started encouraging me to do the same, I knew that my opportunity for life in Europe had finally arrived. There was just one hitch in my plan: Other than what I'd learned in history classes,
The first time I went to Washington, D.C., I was in town for a meeting with others who worked for state Attorney Generals. We were there for a week and went to visit the usual tourist places, and I was with a friend who lived there. I had to ask if anyone around D.C. drove a pickup truck, because everywhere we went, I only saw vans and other vehicles. I'm from South Texas, and pickup trucks are everywhere, so it was just so surreal to not see one on every street or corner!
