Texas couple explores Central America in a traveling home.
On the day my husband, John, and I retired, we packed up our rescued mutt, Brindle, and headed south in our second-hand motorhome. It was our first RV trip, and neither of us really understood the workings of this ugly, 22-foot rolling home with a bed over the cab.
We wanted to explore and decided we could see the United States when we were too old to drive to more exotic locations. I wanted to see the Panama Canal. When I told John, he thought I meant Panama City, Fla., but I soon set him straight. Read more...
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