If you can make it, get there... go west. Which reminds me of being 11 years old in a 1981 Toyota Corolla station wagon with my dad, my 2 brothers, and my German Shepherd, driving around Mexico for 3 weeks. I had a walkman and a single cassette - Midnight Oil on one side, and The Pet Shop Boys on the other. I haven't listened to either since, although my friend Jeffrey Lee had a period in high school where he got way into the Pet Shop Boys. I should call him and give him some shit for that.