02, April 2009

From the mouths' of babes As I sit it in the peace and quiet of a yet sleeping house, I ponder on the chaotic happenings of today. I have 8 more minutes of tranquility before it is time to wake the household. Sophie still does not know of our plans for the up coming trip. She told me the other day for spring break all she wants to do is go get ice cream, go to the State Park and go to Jungle Gardens. I am quite sure she will be ok with the changes I have made to her plans. I look forward to today with anticipation, I love the chaos of travel, the craziness of the airports, I actually enjoy waiting in the lines, watching people, sitting on the "bench of criticism" (so named by one of my bestest friends, Szepy it sounds so much better in Hungarian, 'Kritika Pad') But as Sophie put it once when we dropped my parents at the airport, "Ahhhh the sweet smell of jet fuel." From the mouth of babes. I can feel the adrenaline starting to run through my veins, my heart beating just a little faster, the excitement growing. It is almost time to head to Tampa, or better yet, start down the Road to Shangri La.