As we work our way north I struggle with managing my desire to drive non-stop to get home in the least amount of time possible.

No detours, no delays, no superfluous fun.

Because, you know. Home.

My favorite tea cup, the farm, my pillow, my slippers.

I'm so ready.

But we're still traveling and as the Muppets hammered into my brain in the 1979, "gettin' there is half the fun".

And favorite tea cup waiting or not, getting home can be part of the fun, too.

If I can only put down the itinerary.

So we took a detour.

St. Augustine, Florida. It was meant to be a couple of hours of extra driving and a couple of hours exploring. It blossomed into a full day and an extra overnight thrown into our itinerary when we just couldn't pull ourselves away.

The oldest city in the US. Two ancient forts. So much history.

Plus the Atlantic Ocean thrown in for good measure.

We could have spent a week here, easily.

But an overnight was a start.

And now? We're back on the road.

The weather is feeling distinctly less beachy as we pull this funny little rig cross-country. We're entering a winter storm, the turbo is intermittently out on the Beetle, and Sage has a cold.

Hello, life. I see you're welcoming me back.

But that's just how it goes, isn't it? Sometimes it's white sand beaches and sometimes it's slush and sniffles.

I can roll with that. Because it's a package deal. Highs, lows, adventures. And so we're off! Whatever this day may bring.

Send good travel thoughts our way, won't you? I'm looking forward to being reunited with my slippers, my dog, and my ordinary life very soon.

 

Love,
Rachel