The Work Never Ends...

... when you're a blogger! I'm am currently wrapping up a vacation in good 'ole Florida. Despite this, I'm still up and posting! While I was sitting in the back seat, en route to summer fun, I wrote up a brief account of our journey.

NOTE: All things mentioned during this account actually happened, and all within the 20 some minutes it took me to write this.

Soooo, here it is:

Miles fly past me. I would like to say something really poetic, like “each is distinct”. But they aren’t. So I won’t. Quite honestly, its all a blur of road signs mixed with the rattle of our old Toyota. A veteran traveler could glance at this evidence, and immediately know just what is currently taking place in the short life of yours truly. That’s right: a road trip. I glance out the window, just in time to see yet another McDonalds flash by. Funny thing about those McDonalds. I’ve been on enough road trips not to trust them. You see, they show up every block, consistently- until someone’s got to use the bathroom. Then there’s nary a golden arch in sight. That Ronald guy always was creepy. But I’m rambling (as usual).

As I stare at the keys, wondering what to type next, a wave of carsickness hits me. I look up to relieve the nausea, and notice that a signature Florida rain has begun to blur our windshield. Yup, that’s our destination: the old Sunshine State- known for its rain, ironically. Now, most people would fly to Florida, from Illinois. But this van isn’t full of most people. This is the Krapohl clan on the move. Though I’m sure you’ve heard of us, I’ll remind you anyway that we are world famous (at least in our family) for our traveling skills. Heck, we’d drive to Spain if it weren’t for the Atlantic.

We’re off to see my cousins: the Langstons. Unfortunately, the traveling gene didn’t seem to carry into that side of the family. In short, the Langstons fly, or walk. They don’t drive. But on the bright side, that gives us just one more reason to vacation in Florida- a chore we take very seriously. Hence, the road trip.

I gasp as the laptop nearly careens off my legs. Snagging it just in time, I feel the car fishtail again. A quick look at the driver’s seat and the source of the trouble is clear. Some rousing jazz drifts from the radio, and both my mom’s hands are off the wheel, gyrating in her signature “boogie”. I just smile. That’s mom for you: ever up for some dancing. Behind me, my sister glowers in the back seat, rapped tightly in a blanket, reminding me that I should’ve taken a shower before we left. She does so about once each mile. As she pinches her nose, indignantly and nasally crying out, I return to my writing with a grin.

Up to my elbows in pillows, coolers, and out-dated road maps (no wonder we always get lost), I wrap up my writing. Not that I’m near finished. But the laptop is down to 2% power. And you thought flying was fun. Adios mates.

Also, to my most avid commenters, PelicanDude and DaFizzyMan, how where your vacations to the Mediterranian and Tenesee?