Kevin and I were really overwhelmed by so many hours of singing and prayer. We had no GPS signal and it took us a while to wander our way back to the highway and get headed in the right direction.
i take a deep breath and remind myself "there's no hurry. you're on vacation. there's no rush in getting there, you've got all the time in the world." this seems helpful until i wonder what i'm going to say to myself when i'm not in vacation and i am in a hurry. well, no time for that now.
In the morning I noticed we would be near Portsmouth, NH and I called Katie and asked her if she wanted to join us on our last minute road trip. She said she couldn't and we hung up. Then she called back a few minutes later and was like, "Nah, fuck it. Come get me!" Hahah. Yay! And that's how Kate joined our roadtrip!
...make a new travel buddy! Like this sleepy little abuela who spent most of the bus ride bouncing her tiny snoozing noggin against my shoulder. Haha. Adorable.
...nine-and-a-half hour drive through the desolate and hauntingly lovely pine barrens of Florida! We made it back to my parents place a little before 1am and went right to sleep.
...and then promptly fell asleep. On the road, I kept calling Scott trying to tell him that we were on our way and to wait for us at Tim's dock, but he'd forgotten his phone and Tim's boat, the "SS Farley," sailed across glorious Lake Hopatcong without us. Boooooo!
We woke up early on Saturday morning, thought about skiing for a half-day, but when Fatty informed us that his pulled muscle still really hurt, it was the only excuse we needed to reset the alarm for noon and go back to sleep. We made it into the car a little before 1pm and started driving to Boston for Seth's surprise party.
