I want to start by saying that I honestly do love my family, but some things should just be thoroughly planned. It all started when my grandmother planned to take me on a cruise for our upcoming family reunion to the Bahamas. I don’t really know this side of my family that well so I was alittle bit apprenhensive about the trip to begin with.
My grandmother lives in St. Louis, and the plan was to drive all the way to Florida for the port of departure, OKAY, I think, this can’t possibly be as bad as it sounds, it turned out to be the worst idea of my life. There was eight of us crammed into a Chevy Trail Blazer, packed down with luggage.
Let it be known that I don’t do too well with crying babies and whining toddlers on a more than twenty-four hour trip. It seemed as if we stopped almost every thirty minutes in order to make a bathroom stop. The bad thing about the start of the trip is that we didn’t get the chance to leave until the afternoon, which from my understanding is one of the worst times to leave when you are traveling with kids, everyone knows that.
Had there been a quick fix of Benedril handy to knock the kids out, it could have saved me a lot of time hating my family for the first couple of days. I spent the entire drive texting my mom, telling her how miserable I was and what was going on. We had kids crawling over seats, which the mom and dad could basically care less, crying and whining back and forth, I just wanted to scream, CONTROL YOUR KIDS, or just beat them myself.
It wasn’t bad enough that I was about to kill someone over the baby car seat that kept being rammed into my side, or the overwhelming screaming of kids, that my cd player decided that it want to give out on me. Maybe I’m not as family oriented as I thought I was, but I wouldn’t wish this type of trip on my worst enemy. After what seemed like weeks later, we finally arrived to Florida, (the longest car ride of my life, and I’ve been further) we got to our hotel where I was finally allowed to sleep without the pressence of little crying brats.
I can gladly say that the trip got ten times better as the week went on. I got the chance to go to Disney World for the first time in my life, and I can proudly say that I was like a kid in a candy store when I got there. It was amazing, I think that everyone should be able to experience the magic before they die.
I also got to see Busch Gardens, that was really cool too. We ended our Florida adventure to leave for our Bahama cruise, where we embarked on another hour and a half trip to Cape Canaveral to dock to ship. But it gets even better.
The Carnival ship was amazing, it was almost like being an adult in a kid’s body, the treatment was awesome. I actually got the chance to meet some cousins that I hadn’t seen over half of life. From the start of the trip I thought that I was just going to be miserable the whole week, but it just kept getting better and better.
I guess every trip has a way of starting off bad almost to the point of no return, but God has a way of turning things around for the better. My formally known ‘Bad Start’ trip turned out to be the best adventure of my life and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
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