After hours and hours of driving up crazy steep roads that are were only four feet wide, we finally hit a main road with two actual lanes. The road was basically a continual hill.
...onto a super-narrow local road. Most of the roads that wound up through the mountains were this wide. It doesn't look too scary here, but imagine having a 1,000 foot drop to your left and trying to share it with oncoming trucks whizzing around blind corners.
We went a bit further south and hit total gridlock. Traffic was so backed up that the highway signs started announcing that some of the beaches were CLOSED because there was no more parking anywhere near them. With a car full of people and nowhere to go, Justin spoke up and said "My parents live near here." Silence. "Oh, and they have a swimming pool, paddle boats and a trampoline." The group unanimously decided to head to Justin's parent's house! Haha.
Locals told me the statue is nicknamed BIG BUTTER JESUS because it looks like it's sculpted out of butter. Haha. I just looked the statue's Wikipedia entry and get this: "On June 15, 2010 the statue was struck by lightning and suffered major damage in the resulting blaze. The statue was sculpted using a thin skin of fiberglass over a flammable styrofoam interior stabilized by a metal frame, and the fire left only its internal metal structure." THOU SHALT NOT PORTRAY ME IN DAIRY!
My dad picked us up at the airport and the mustache that he'd so proudly presented to me a month prior had blossomed into even greater beauty! My dad's deep pride about his new 'stache was clearly starting to cause concern with Brett and Amy; their wedding was coming up in a couple of weeks and they were starting to worry that a certain uninvited guest was going to make an appearance in all their wedding photos. (Spoiler alert: Mr. Mustache ends up attending the wedding! Yes!)
