We went on vacation a few weeks ago, but we’ve only now recovered enough to talk about it. We haven’t had a good vacation in a while as a family, and it was a blast.

I kept somewhat of a running diary of the trip and the results follow.


I’m traveling on the day Anthony Bourdain died. I only recently started watching his show Destination Unknown, but I was hooked. As my family flies from Ohio to Florida. I can almost hear his voiceover.

Day 1

“Today, the rain makes us wait. Our flight is delayed by a fast-moving thunderstorm that grounds all flights.”

Of course, he’d be headed to Haiti or Fiji or one of the Stans. And he’d be doing it via a WWII-era cargo plane or a rickety motorcycle with a leaky fuel line. And let’s not even speculate as to whether he’d be snacking on a box of caramel sea-salted yogurt-covered raisins while he waits on the tarmac, no… rest-assured he would have found a street vendor and packed some delicious foreign delicacy into his pack.

“The storm subsides and my rickshaw powers on into the night.”

It’s easy to look at a person like Anthony Bourdain with envy. Travel the world, take in the culture, meet extraordinary people. I really didn’t start watching his shows until about a year ago – thank you Netflix, Plutotv and Hulu – and I was hooked instantly by his storytelling style and insights. I was plotting out a few ideas and got some much-needed inspiration from him. It was amazing to see someone living life to wildly, so fully.

“The kid in the yellow vest knows what he’s doing. His father fueled planes, his grandfather fueled planes, and his uncle has been thrown off of more than enough of them-a fact the baby-faced gas-jockey volunteers readily.”

I’m sitting here listening to people gripe about the delays, their missed connections. It’s hot, it’s stuffy, and I know for a fact that the guy a few seats in front of me didn’t wash his hands after using the bathroom because I was in line behind him. This is, assuredly, the glamorous life.

“As we finally get into motion, I’m reminded why I love flying. Well, I hate flying, but I also love flying because It’s saying goodbye to somewhere you’ve been too long and hello to new friends, new flavors and a new day. I won’t say ‘a new adventure’- that’s too corny. Let’s call it a trip into the unknown.

Once the wheels are up, you could land anywhere.”

Day 2

“If there’s one truth in this world, it’s that Legoland is full of Legos.”

Legoland is just as cool as my family envisioned it: Legos everywhere. The rides are Lego-themed, there are rafts that allow you to build on them as you flout down the river.

“I cringe when I see the giant Lego pits, just thinking of encountering them in the middle of the night. Stepping quickly before they can embed themselves in my feet.”

I’m used to parks like Cedar Point and King’s Island where the rides are packed together so densely that you can’t move because of the density of the crowds. The rides there can be hours long. In Legoland, that’s not a problem. Maybe we just got lucky, but it’s not crowded, no waits for anything. My kids are t big in coasters, so we do t have to wait for those.

Weather is a little hot, but not boiling. Minimal complaints from my kids. They would rather see all the cool Lego sets for sale, ride the virtual rides and marvel at all the incredible things built out of the tiny bricks. I’m kind of impressed myself.

By mid-day we’re all prepared for a quick exit from the park, with the promise of naps back at the hotel. As we leave, more park goers arrive. Perfect timing-it gets crowded when we leave.

“We bid a fond farewell to the park, bidding adieu to the dragons, animals, and blocky builders that guard the front gates, knowing full well that we will see them again tomorrow when we tackle the Lego water park. Like Legoland is full of Legos, I anticipate the water park will be wet.”

I’ll add some pics and commentary of the rest of the week tomorrow!