Technically, we had the vacation house for one more day. But last night Tom and I talked about the trip. There had been lots of swimming, biking, beaching, exploring, and good times with family and friends. We felt like vacation was complete. It seemed if we stayed one more day, it might become that scenario where that tv show you love stays on one season too long—suddenly everyone is not as happy and the jokes are nowhere near as funny. We decided to leave on a high note, even if that meant leaving a day early.
So we emptied the sand from our shoes and packed our bags and loaded everyone into the car at the crack of dawn. The kids held up spectacularly well for the whole drive, as we only stopped by food and bathroom breaks. Hooray for good spirits and the hourly diversions.
A fantastic trip, but, oh, how I love my own bed after being away.