Look what we’re leaving behind.
We couldn’t have picked a better time to escape to Florida. 70’s and rain sounds so much nicer than 20s and snow.
This latest snow storm hit right when we were planning our great escape. I had just finished 6 consecutive days of work, and had expected to ‘fly’ to the hairdresser for a quick touch up (I’ve heard grey hair isn’t allowed in Florida), and then ‘fly’ home to empty my closet into my suitcase.
Except I couldn’t exactly fly. I crawled. Slowly.
I arrived home much later than expected, and threw a mix of shorts, pants, and long and short sleeve shirts in the suitcase. We laid down the law to the kids, dumped a bunch of gocery money on the counter and then high-tailed it out of there. And by high-tailing, I really mean poking along at 30 mph.
Our intention was to make it to the airport hotel the night before our flight, pay the cheap employee rate for one night and be able to keep the car parked there for free while we were gone. A great deal. PLUS, if we got there by 7, we could enjoy the free drinks and hot food. An even better deal!
Except the interstate was packed with snow. And we arrived at the hotel at 7:01, stressed, hungry, and depressed about missing the free drinks. We consoled ourselves at the BBQ restaurant just up the street.
Our luck changed the day we were scheduled to leave. While many flights were cancelled or delayed, ours was right on time.
We arrived in
sunny, hot, rainy, cool, Florida that afternoon. Not quite the weather we were hoping for, but 68 degrees is 60 degrees warmer than what we left.
We’ll take it.