Category: Travel

Seven Rolls

Seven rolls of film. All downloaded, sorted, cleaned up, and uploaded to Flickr. Here are a few randoms from the haul.

From Burlington, VT. I don’t remember the name of the bookstore.

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From the Atlantic Ocean in Hampton Beach, NH. Splash.

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From the happiest place on Earth.

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From Animal Kingdom… unless it’s from The Last of Us.

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From the lake surrounded by the Beach Club, the Yacht Club, and the Boardwalk hotels in Disney World.

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With Kylo Ren at Galaxy’s Edge in Hollywood Studios.

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From Rockefeller Center in New York, NY.

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And in closing, my new favorite photograph.

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Are We On

Sundays are supposed to be band practice day. Are we on today or not?

As of yesterday, we are on but we don’t know when yet. Late afternoon? I hope so.

Change of subject, we’re going to Disney World again in June. In the interest of finding the silver lining, is it possible that with the nazis in washington trying to ass fuck all of our allies that enough countries will put travel warnings in place for citizens visiting the usa that we’ll have small crowds in the Disney parks? Bad for Disney, bad for america, bad for the economy…. good for our vacation? Look at me being all positive and shit.

Change of subject again, the Red Sox have now lost two in a row after winning their season opener. They play Texas again today. Opening the season with a four game series… yeah, I am ready to move on. As for the Bruins… they lost their fifth straight last night. They’ve lost eight of their last 10. Are they actively tanking? Sure feels like it. Suffice to say, it has not been a good stretch for Boston sports fans.

Yeah… I need a band practice to straighten my head out a little. Yeah.

About to Go Home

It is silly. I love to travel. I enjoy staying in hotels. I love the city of Boston. Why then did spending three nights in a hotel in Boston start to bum me out? It was nice. It was fun. It was a goofy little excursion away from the norm.

Why then, with all the things that I enjoyed about the entire situation, does the idea of being able to go home after work tonight fill me up with happiness? My wife and I will be home together. We’ll eat dinner together at home. We’ll sack out on the couch after dinner and watch TV in our living room at home. We’ll sleep in our own bed tonight. We’ll wake up at home tomorrow and be back on our regular, normal daily routine.

I love to travel. I love staying in hotels. I love being in the city of Boston. I guess I just love being at home with Jen more. When you look at it that way, it’s not even a little bit surprising.

Also, there are cats at home when there were no cats in the hotel. That’s gotta count for something too, right?

Home Again

We are home. I am sitting up in bed. There was drama at the baggage claim and more drama, of the weather related sort, at the end of our driveway when we got here. I might write about those dramatic events at some later date, but I also might not.

Suffice to say that we are home at last. It is almost 11:00pm and I plan on having a sugar free snack, watching Friday’s episode of Severance, and then falling asleep.

Ah, Massachusetts. Our trip to Florida was outstanding, but I am so glad to be back where I belong.

Underway

The bags are packed. We are ready to check out of the hotel and go find some breakfast. Our ride to the airport isn’t until around 1:00pm so we will have some time to kill. I think we will explore on of the other resorts a little bit.

On a totally unrelated note, the first song for this year’s RPM Challenge has been started. It’s pretty lame. We are underway once more.