Day Eight – Cousins and an Early Easter

Today was our most relaxed day in the last ten and it was pretty awesome, though Allison’s plans to spend ALL DAY in the pool were foiled by Florida rain storms.

After our trip to Disney World we found we had about twice as much stuff as we needed or wanted to take with us on the rest of our journey. Dana had packed too many clothes, we were fearful about damaging the retirement swag (shadow box and desk placard), and our Disney foraging was far too successful.

So long, Pluto. See you back in Redmond.

So long, Pluto. See you back in Redmond.

So, we found a UPS Store here in Melbourne, and sent home two big boxes of stuff. One held the shadow box, and the other a collection of clothes, toys, stuffed animals and assorted crap I’ve already forgotten about. The damage: 277 bucks. That’s US dollars, and it includes a five percent shipping and fifteen percent packing discount for being AAA members. New Road Rule: We can’t purchase anything material that won’t be ingested.

Back at Grandma and Grandpa Charter’s house there was an influx of relatives. Three of Dana’s sisters, a brother-in-law, niece and nephew arrived for an early Easter celebration. Allison and I hadn’t met any of them before and it was lovely to finally spend time with what Allison called “So many aunties!”

Cousins!

Cousins!

The kids spent some time playing and splashing in the pool, though the Florida natives thought the water was cold, Little Miss Seattle found it completely comfortable.

Some women pay big bucks for a red, blue, pink and green glitter pedicure. I got mine for free!

Some women pay big bucks for a red, blue, pink and green glitter pedicure. I got mine for free!

Then we had an Easter feast and played a bit more until it was time for all the cousins and aunties to go, and the only cure for Allison’s angst was some quality time with her scooter.

Shane! Come back, Shane!

Shane! Come back, Shane!

We’re back on the road tomorrow!

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