Our December vacation started off with a five hour drive from Guatemala City to the Copan Ruins in Copan, Honduras . We had another three car caravan consisting of the Turners, Connors (and their nanny, Andrea) and the Storelees (and our nanny, Reyna). All went smoothly until we came to the border and Wade Turner, who was in the lead, was unsure if we needed to pull over and park or just drive into Honduras as the Guatemalans waved us through and nobody seemed to be manning the Honduran side. I hopped into the lead and, as Wade put it, cruised up the hill faster than I'd driven up a hill all day. The Turner car followed, but the Connor car was stopped by the authorities. They phoned the Turners and told them that we were supposed to return to the border. When Michele Turner called to tell me, I told her I wasn't going back, but would wait for them up the hill. Surprised, Michele turned to Wade and said, "She's not going back" and later referred to me as a renegad
