Dateline: Sarasota, Florida.
Or rather, Siesta Key.
It is beautiful and warm. The beaches have sand like flour and I feel very relaxed.
We made it here just in time, as I we were ready to drop off the kids by the side of the highway (in all fairness to them, they were really good until the last leg of the trip when the little one started provoking the oldest who rose to the bait EVERY time).
We had a lot of fun on the road but were very, very glad to reach our destination.
We hit the beach moments after our arrival. D. yelled, "I'm free!" He was giddy with joy as he ran towards the water. And so were we all.
More on the last leg of our trip and life in Florida to come.