We are in transit.
Unfortunately, not so stylishly in a 1950 Studebaker Champion, rather packed like sardines in a 747. I thought that our layover in Houston, en route to Indiana, was a perfect opportunity to share some photos with you of the very impressive automobile museum that we visited on our way home from our anniversary trip. Located in, literally, the middle of nowhere southern Chile, this gem of a fetish museum took me by surprise. Pablo had heard about the museum from a friend and when he stopped in front of a little old barn to check out some old cars I must admit I was not overly enthused. But when the tiny woman turned on the lights to the show room, we were both quite shocked. One more of those strange mysteries of the south... here, in an unassuming building off the side of a two lane road is the world's largest collection of Studebaker automobiles. Who would have thought, right?? Along with the Studebakers were some Model Ts, and even a 1960 Ford Anglia... yes that would be the car that was eaten by the Whomping Willow.
When you set out on an adventure, whether it be a weekend get-away or a round-the-world trip, you never know what surprises await you. Sometimes they're unique finds like the Museo de Autos other times they are missed flights, logistical headaches, and resolution that ultimately bring you closer together. All in all, I think the adventures are worth it.