We left the coast behind, last sight of surf on this trip, sand in the footwells, windows up, AC humming, the Gulf slipping out of the rearview like a dream we just woke from.
Our conversation rolled like the wheels beneath us, back through the blur of the last two weeks…
Miami heat and art deco neon.
The tipsy fun of Duval Street.
Roosters crowing at noon.
Conch fritters fried golden, margaritas in plastic cups.
Crazy thunderstorms, fiery sunsets, pastel sunrises.
Motels with peeling paint and charm to spare.
Fish shacks. Ice cream stands.
Each mile inland, we rewound it all.
A thousand tiny moments packed into fourteen days.
Miami heat and art deco neon.
The tipsy fun of Duval Street.
Roosters crowing at noon.
Conch fritters fried golden, margaritas in plastic cups.
Crazy thunderstorms, fiery sunsets, pastel sunrises.
Motels with peeling paint and charm to spare.
Fish shacks. Ice cream stands.
Each mile inland, we rewound it all.
A thousand tiny moments packed into fourteen days.
Then, Orlando. Again. Over 1300 miles completed.
Right where we started. Full circle.
We're returning the car. But this isn't goodbye.
Because Disney calls. Family flying in.
Right where we started. Full circle.
We're returning the car. But this isn't goodbye.
Because Disney calls. Family flying in.
Not the Florida of faded signs and seashacks.
But a world of fireworks, mouse ears, parades and syrup-drenched joy.
A holiday inside the holiday.
Now we trade tide charts for park maps. Flip-flops for sneakers. Cocktails for character breakfasts.
The kids lead the way.
We follow, smiling, excited, trying to keep up, more memories to make.
But a world of fireworks, mouse ears, parades and syrup-drenched joy.
A holiday inside the holiday.
Now we trade tide charts for park maps. Flip-flops for sneakers. Cocktails for character breakfasts.
The kids lead the way.
We follow, smiling, excited, trying to keep up, more memories to make.