What's the story here? My company gives its employees a sabbatical after five year's employment, so we've used this as an excuse for a "holiday of a lifetime" (aka, it'll take that long to pay it off).
We're off to the US for some fun and culture, spending 6 weeks on the East Coast: family in Fort Lauderdale; friend in Boston; and strangers in Washington DC, New York, and Kissimmee/Orlando. The latter 3 are all via Airbnb, which we hope will be an inspired choice for accommodation in good locations but at sub-ruinous prices.
[BTW, before I forget, I hope you're not here expecting a poetic reliving of some Hemingwaysian adventure: it's mostly for the kids, and I'm hoping most of the content will come from them.]
It started with our traditional New Year's Eve — home-bound with kids in their beds — and we finally bit the bullet. I got on the web, and after a bit of hassle (it took until midday the following day to confirm the booking) I'd spent 20+ years of accumulated Virgin Atlantic air miles plus some top-up on return tickets for the four of us to Miami.
Now there was no turning back. A busy few weeks confirmed all the big ticket items: destinations, accommodation, transportation, and theme park tickets (but not Disney).
Then there was a lull for a few months, and normality returned: piano and ballet lessons, tennis, chess tournaments, and whatever the kids got up to. And then we looked at the date, and I shifted gear such that the Google planning spreadsheet was now permanently pinned in all my browsers, and not just occasionally referenced.
So here we are with 9 days to go. Wish us luck...
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