Atlanta, Georgia (USA)
My trip started on Monday 22, 2013 at 10:59 a.m.
Max was at the pet hotel, my bags in the trunk, and only thing left was my prayer.
No matter how much I travel, I always say a prayer before leaving home for a safe and memorable journey.
Today is the first leg Memphis to Atlanta. Two years ago when Jessie and I went to Ecuador, between flights and layovers, we were up over 24 hours. This time I wanted to break up my trip. Fly to Atlanta and get up the next d...