Okay, folks, I think I finally have some quality time to start a TR. Start being the operative word here. May take several days but at least lovemysons can’t try to make me feel guilty anymore. :laugh: Plus, I finally figured out how to resize my bazillion pictures. What a, well, not fun part of this! But here goes . . .
So, we start our trip the night of March 28 by heading to Milwaukee for a night at one of the airport hotels. Flight takes off at 7:30 Saturday morning and we’re a little over an hour away from the airport. Getting up in the middle of the night just didn’t sound like fun for us. Okay, DH’s suitcase? Check. DS’s suitcase? Check. My suitcase? Check. Carry-on backpack? Check. Travel documents? Check. Overnight bag for the hotel? Check. Dogs are taken care of. Off we go. Pretty uneventful night at the Super 8 except, oh yeah, I forgot Yuri’s ADD meds for Saturday morning. This ought to be interesting.
Early Saturday morning came quickly but we were ready for the airport shuttle to start our journey! Remember, DS hasn’t had his ADD meds. Check-in at the airport was an absolute breeze which was very different from our last trip. And the security point went just as quickly and smoothly. Our first reaction . . . something is wrong here! :laugh: Anyway, as we’re waiting at our gate for the highly anticipated boarding call, we run into the principal of Yuri’s school at the gate next to ours. She’s waiting for her flight to Arizona. So we killed time by chatting with her! Okay, the flight was uneventful (which is always a good thing) and we landed in Orlando exactly when we were supposed to. And we’re startin’ to see the affects of no ADD meds on top of sheer excitement. He doesn’t stop talking for anything in the world and his feet never touch the ground in step fashion. It’s not blatant hyperactivity but more of a fidgety, restless thing with him. And incredibly distracted by, well, everything. We’re off the plane in no time and then there’s that warm fuzzy feeling you get when you go down the escalator to baggage claim and see a nice man holding a sign with your name on it. Carl’s our man. And we waited for our luggage. And waited for our luggage. And waited for our luggage. It took forever for the luggage to come out! Well, Carl made up for lost time and pretty soon we were at our home away from home. Carl was a lot quieter than the other two drivers we’ve had. But Yuri made up for it. :laugh: Hmm. Maybe that’s why Carl didn’t say much. . .
Anyway, we’re at Pop Century . . . welcome home! :happy: