It happens at least once a year. Mr. Eduardo Zelaya, great soul and believer in the possibilities of the human spirit, graceful addition to our emotionally dyslexic clan via marriage to my little sissy, puts together a plan.
As it's known to all, the Road To... Interesting places is paved with good intentions and thus, in the Spirit of the Season, Eduardo has decided to carry us all to try and unwind, somewhere far, far away from Wesley Chapel. Don't get me wrong. I love my family to pieces, and I'm crazy about travel. It is the combination of both that's really worrisome.
The Santiago's are awesome for activities centered around a table, be it formal or informal dining, Monopoly, movie watching or general conversation, the brevity of the moment works some kind of magic that makes us feel better and closer to one and other. However, if you place us peas in a kettle for hours on end, it'll boil.
So far we've got
A grumpy Grandpa that has expressed his opinion in matters such as
- Psycho Killers in the Woods in South Carolina
- The excessive amount of sugary confections that come from Georgia, which he knows my father will consume in alphabetical order until there is no more
- Vampire cultists who pretend to be junkies who pretend to be voodoo kings in New Orleans
- The feeding habit of Catfish through all the Gulf Coast (don't get me started)
which will certainly guarantee at least half an hour rant about any projected destination other than Guanica, Puerto Rico.
Unfortunately Titi had to cancel us out due to illness. Her "briscas" playing antics and lively chatter will be missed.
Dad seems OK with it all, but the that's the way everything starts, until he gets all possessive about driving and such.
Mom... God bless her, she is a saint, He will have mercy on our souls just because she is there.
Lysania, pump up on the Prednisone, and get wild doing the Fast and Furious thing against the resident 84 year olds ( somewhere, somehow there is a geezer that will not be able to out walk you) and pleeeeeeease, be impressed by something!!!!
Eduardo, best of luck, since you are on the wheel in the Road to Nowhere.
Me? I'll make kick ass club sandwiches, catch up with some classics, take pics and make mental notes :p
29 hours and counting...
The quote:
"The family, that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor in our innermost hearts never quite wish to." -Dodie Smith
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