Traveling can be a chore, but it can also be the trove of amazing stories and random experiences. Danielle and I's trip to San Juan, Puerto Rico began mid-afternoon today. Our first story began as I inadvertently brought a butter knife through security. How it found itself in my carry on, I'm not sure, but by 2 p.m., it was well on its way to San Juan. Most of our time, when not on a plane, was spent in the Orlando airport, which proved to be a jackpot of stories. I counsel against flying through Orlando for a number of reasons. First, it is the reasonable way station for Disney World goers. Second, Floridians seem to be an interesting, exceedingly outgoing, and spontaneous group of folk. In between random outbursts of howling, strange yelling across the terminal, and apparent track meets from one end to the next, Danielle and I simply slid into a "whatever" mindset, relaxing our way into our vacation.
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