Yesterday was a lazy, hot, Sunday afternoon and I was missing my dad. In our big old green Chrysler, he taught me the value in a Sunday drive with windows rolled down, destination unknown (at least to me), and it felt great. A Sunday drive can be had every day while on vacation and is one of my favorite things to do when we travel. I love the wind in my face and not knowing what lies ahead. Sometimes, it's an incredible beach, sometimes serendipitous ice cream at a roadside bar, sometimes it's just some good music and a zenful drive. Getting there is half the fun, especially when I don't know where "there" is.
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AuthorI'm a mom to two, wife to one, and a math teacher to many. We live on Michigan's West Coast, in the beautiful town of Holland. We love the people, natural beauty, and peaceful vibe of the Bahamas Out Islands. Archives
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