The last driving portion of our journey (for 2011 anyway, still have to drive back in 2012). At this point there are some things that are becoming increasingly coveted:
fiber
cardio
green tea
dresser drawers
Enough said about that.
As we drive further and further south, the weather grows warmer, the scenery alters and becomes increasingly verdant and lush. Ah, Florida. Land of hurricanes and humidity, of palm trees and sugar sand beaches, turquoise oceans and a concentration of some of the worst drivers we have seen in the entire country. On I-75 we feared we had survived 3,500 miles only to be wiped out by either a texting trucker or a cell-phone talking great-grandma, the former driving almost 100 mph in the center lane and bumping into all who hindered his meteoric path and the latter chatting away at 38 mph, blissfully ignoring the "Minimum Speed Limit 50 mph" postings.
Ah, Florida.
And yet we arrived. At last.
My kids were so happy just to get out of the car that we could have done nothing more than lay on the grass and watch the clouds and it would have thrilled them. But their cousins (I apply the word rather loosely) had better ideas.
Honey, something tells me we aren't in Chicago any more
In Florida, when it rains, it pours. That is not fog, that is sheets of water coming down.
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