
Although I’ve never been much of a racing fan, driving up to the track you cannot help but see what a big deal Formula One racing is in Bahrain. The first indication of its

After driving by the ubiquitous McDonald’s – located only a few miles from the main entrance to the track – you start to notice all empty yet paved space on your left. If you drive past entrance you would see that the paved squares continue on seemingly forever – on both sides of the highway. The parking lots (plural thank you) go on for several miles, which made me wonder if the walk from your car would take longer than the race itself. We were told that the event sells out months before the actual race every year and that the lots closest to the track would fill hours before the race actually started.

After purchasing the requisite sports jersey from the gift shop, Hubby and I made our way over to the grandstands. Both of us found ourselves quickly caught up in the F1 mystique – I swear I could hear the roar of the engines racing by as we walked around

Hubby keeps talking about buying property in Bahrain saying that he loves the island nation. But I secretly think that he’s turning into a motor head and wants to attend the annual F1 race. Jacques Villeneuve had better watch out!
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