We had awesome vacations and a lot of summers I'd go down to my grandparents house in Puerto Rico. . .but my parents kind of liked to go with the flow and I kind of liked to know where we'd be sleeping before we rolled into town at 2 am. Time did not exist while on vacation. Wait. Let me rephrase that. My dad literally made time. Ohio to Florida? No problem-we'll be there for breakfast! If we hustle we can have a bathroom break in Virginia and brush our teeth at Y's house in South Carolina!
What would ensue would be lots of
As we grew older we could be more adventurous. Jericho in a tiny Fiat? No problem! (This was after my dad had asked a soldier if we were on the right road and he'd replied : not in that car. . .) Two week camping trip to Spain in a similarly sized vehicle and no plan -- no hay problema! 16 hour long return trips to New York for the weekend? Fuggedaboutit!
Suffice it to say that as an adult I ran to the other extreme, which I've been told can be just as exasperating. I've toned it down a bit but generally if you're traveling with me there will be a proposed itinerary with restaurant addresses, show schedules and rest assured the lodgings will be the best tempered frugality can offer. I can afford to be more spontaneous these days but only because the internet and my iphone allow a lot of the planning to be done in transit. Are you wondering where we're going this summer? To a small island where there is no planning to be done, where you can bike and run to your heart's content, but mostly where I can be by the sea . . .