After spending the night in Half Moon Bay, we once again - for the last time - tackled the coast highway with its narrow roads, tight zigzag turns, and cliffs. We finally made it to the wider, flatter, straighter road to the town with no name. It is just a few miles beyond the entrance to the Hearst Castle, which we did not go to. It was too late at that point and we were ready to move on, with one exception, the next day.
We stayed at a nice motel with an attached restaurant and had our overall best meal and service since we've been on the road.
But the highlight was not that, nor surviving the drive. It was what the manager of the motel said to us when we were checking in.
At every motel they ask for a driver's license, credit card, home address, and phone number.
This check-in was no different until it came to the phone number.
She had Mike's license, credit card, and our street address in Essex Junction, Vermont. Then came THE question:
Do you have a phone number in this country?
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