That's right, boys and girls, we're going to Disney World.
This year marks our third annual journey to central Florida to join my parents for a week of
Our upcoming trip makes me think back to some treasured childhood memories of travel. As I've mentioned before, my family crisscrossed the country several times by train. My older brother and I were always seat-mates and travel buddies, playing countless games of War, reading dozens of books, gulping down our country through the picture windows of the observation car, sharing semi-edible dining car fare, and then heading early to the lounge car to scout out our seats for the evening movie. Together we crawled through the Rocky Mountains, slithered across Lake Pontchartrain, and roared through Glacier National Park. Side by side we met our first Amish people and endured the sweat lodge of an Amtrak train with a broken air conditioner snaking through Georgia in the summertime.
The thing is: I remember far more about those train trips and the pit-stops we made along the way than I do about some of the places we ended up, as wonderful as they were.
And that is what I thought about last night as I repacked our barely unpacked suitcases: even though the timing isn't perfect, even though our destination may not be ideal - even with a toddler and an infant, I'd still rather visit the actual Germany or Morocco than the Epcot versions - the journey is what matters most.
What has been your favorite vacation?
And, please, if you have any pull with Mother Nature, put in a good word for these already winter-weary Midwesterners headed for (supposedly) warmer climes.
Image: Disney World by HaloFan1993 via Wikimedia Commons. Image is in the public domain.