A family from our neighborhood moved to Florida. This was a family that watched football with us when we had our outdoor football parties during Coronapalooza. We grilled. Their kids came to our house, and our kids went to their house.
The Oppressed and The Boy had a couple of days off one week. This, coupled with the weekend, seemed like a great time to travel to the Sunshine State for a little reunion.
Flying to Florida
Our trip took us to Sarasota. I had never been there. I’ve been to Tampa. I’ve been to Orlando and, if you count layovers, I’ve been to Miami once.
I was very much looking forward to this trip. For one thing, I like to travel. Another, I love doing things with my children. Our trip down to Florida included a three-hour layover. I was imagining a nice lunch with the kids but I’m getting ahead of myself. There were adventures before the plane even took off.
Adventures at Logan Airport
Getting to the airport wasn’t a problem. It was getting from the car to our gate that was fun and adventurous. I didn’t get the greatest spot in the garage. Me, two kids and three carry-ons needed to get across the airport to our gate.
I coached the children as we made our way through the garage, I told them we needed to hustle if we were going to make our flight. We got to security. Everything needed to be emptied out of pockets. Some devices needed their own tray through the x-ray machine.
We were running out of time. Our flight was leaving soon. We made it through security. My belt needed to get back on. I cheated and didn’t use all of the belt loops.
The children and I continued to hustle through the airport. Our gate just happened to be the last one in the terminal. We got to the gate with a couple of minutes to spare. I don’t know how we did it, but I let the children know what a great job they did in making it to our gate.
Lunch in Baltimore
We had a layover in Baltimore. There were three hours to kill. It was decided before leaving Boston that we would eat something during our layover. It’s exciting to eat in a different city and see what the locals have to offer. The airport isn’t our first choice, but we couldn’t leave and go back for our flight, so we made the most of it. Speaking of eating locally, The Boy wanted a crab cake. Wife would have been so proud.
We stopped at a store after lunch for some snacks. We still needed to fly to Sarasota, and they don’t give you candy on flights. Done with our shopping, we find seats at our gate. The flight is on schedule. Children settle down for a little screen time and maybe check out the plane while I settle down with my book and wait for us to be called to board.
On to Florida
It’s an uneventful flight. We have snacks (no candy) and drinks. The Oppressed and The Boy look out the window occasionally. I keep reading my book, and it’s looking like I’ll finish it before our trip is over.
The plane descends. I pack what we used during the flight. The Oppressed keeps checking to see if I have my seatbelt on. The Boy is asking what the weather is like and how much longer until we get to the house. I assure them it won’t be long; we just need to stop and pick up the car.
It’s a van. Something that will hold us and potentially some extra passengers as we go to and from different destinations during the trip. The children and I wait for the rental. They’re getting it ready for us. Once the car is ready, we load our stuff, get in the car, and we’re off to see friends we haven’t seen in months.
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