Vacation is like time travel. You start and already you're thinking about how quickly the last day will come and then suddenly that last day is upon you and then you're here at home again writing this post.
It was our yearly Orlando ZUMBA-cation. William did his convention with the rest of the ZUMBA fanatics while I remained poolside with the other trophy wives/husbands. On a side-note, our hotel seemed to be very popular with British tourists. It was as though Hogwarts had installed a swimming pool.
I was in one of those Biblical downpours in Alabama on my way back from FL once (remnants of a tropical storm) and it rained so hard I had to unroll the car window to see enough of the road to stay on it.
