On every vacation, there comes a point where you just want to go home. Suddenly you long for your own bed, the coffee that tastes only the way that you can make it, and being able to sit in your pjs all day doing just nothing. Instead of rich restaurant food, all you long for is a nice light home cooked meal out on the deck with a view of the ocean. Even the completely mundane taskes like watering the lawn and doing dishes suddenly seems appealing.
All three of us hit that point today.
I can't stand any more coffee in a paper cup, I don't want to play russian roulette with hotels, nor do I want to look at one more deep-fried-cheese slathered-bacon topped-breaded menu item.
I guess maybe there can be such a thing as too much fun. See you soon! I'll have details and pictures to share.