Nope. We’re still preparing.
When you have African-American teenaged girls, it’s a good idea to invest in some braids. So yesterday, we did just that. It cuts down on morning wait time, plus they can swim and be active without worry. What’s exciting for my girls is it’s the first time either of them have had weave added. I’ll have to blog about why later. Either way, the girls were whipping their hair back and forth and ready to go.
Next on the list was picking up the one-way rental. Neither of our cars will fit four bags and we’re leaving from Atlanta, which is about 350 miles away from home. Luckily, we were able to get this one for a pretty decent price, and the sales associate allegedly gave us a “free” upgrade.
We were doing really well with the checkoff list, until it came time to drop off Rascal. Although we’re fortunate that one of my friends agreed to watch him for 16 days, getting him there turned into a slight nightmare once the maps on my iPhone suddenly stopped working. We were on Highway 17, and like most Georgia roads, there was nothing in sight. My husband’s phone showed the directions, but according to it, we wouldn’t arrive for another 25 hours. Something was wrong. Then, it began to drizzle.
We drove about 15 minutes and pulled into an old gas station that was fashioned after a log cabin house. Once there, D hopped out and verified that the directions were correct. Not quite certain what happened to my phone, we ventured down the road as dusk turned to pitch black darkness. Georgia’s winding roads are rarely lit, and Hwy 17 was no exception. I don’t know if it was the drizzle, the darkness, the water-soaked trees, or the intermittent fog, but I thought for sure we had been dropped in the middle of an M. Night Shyamalan movie.
About an hour later than planned, we made it. Mission accomplished. Rascal was safe and sound. D said he would drive the rest of the way to the hotel.
Eventually, he realized that his phone was giving walking directions. And I saw that my phone was searching for a WIFI connection, instead of using the network.
We’re almost there. And I promise my next post will actually be from Japan!