We're now at our adorable beach bungalow, and it's beautiful. (We actually have two, and while both are really nice, the one I'm staying in is amazing. The view from nearly every room, as well as the screened porch, is of the Gulf.) My oldest and youngest sons ran to the store to try to find me an Off Clip-on -- I'm not sure that's what it's called. I have three of them at home and forgot to bring even one. I'm allergic not only to most insects, but also to insect repellent, so without the fan-type sprayer, I'm stuck inside from dusk to dawn. That's not the worst thing that could happen, but I would like to be able to go outside.
The bigger problem is that I shopped for our trip over the past few months, thinking I would save a little money. That would have been true if I'd remembered to pack everything as I bought it. In addition to the fan, I forgot our cintronella coils and the Itch-X pens. I'm sure there are other things I forgot; we just arrived an hour ago. I'm past caring. We left home around ten this morning, picked up my youngest son and got back on the road. We stopped for lunch -- a quick pick-up at Wawa -- just outside of Orlando. With five people in the car, two of them being under twelve years old (not that I'm any better), we made lots of bathroom stops. I can't even figure out how much actual driving time was involved because we stopped so much.
One great thing about our drive was that we went off-highway and saw some "old Florida" stuff: cool building, funky motels, crazy-named restaurants, and all the other things people don't see when they stick to I-4 or I-75. My mantra until Monday is, "I shall relax; I shall relax," repeated into infinity. I'm seriously going to try!
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