Wooo! Yaaaay! I'm jumping up and down and screaming as if I were on the Price is Right. A new car! Yippeeeeee!
It's new to us. It's actually an old beater. Yesterday Mike bought an '88 Toyota 4Runner for bringing to Africa. It's not exactly my dream car but there's something very endearing about it and for some reason it solidifies the fact that we're really making this move. (And I thought our Subaru was utilitarian; it's practically a luxury car compared to the 4Runner.)
The gas cap has a key lock, so no one can siphon our gasoline. (Which is something that hadn't occurred to me until Mike mentioned it.) The front passenger seat is stuck in one position, which is fine for me as the front passenger but will suck for anyone climbing into the back seat. It has a few dings and scratches, so a few more won't be a big deal. When you think rugged African countryside, this is one of the cars you think of. I don't quite feel like Ernest Hemmingway, but I do feel... cool.
My sweet new ride:
Oh, and I got the job I applied for in Bujumbura!