Step Two

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The kids relaxing between stops.

Everything at our house is as settled as it can be and everyone is ready to escape away on vacation. We are scheduled to leave for Atlanta in two days and it is arranged that my sister and one of my brothers will make periodic visits to the house. Knowing they would do that gave me a peace of mind.

 

Excitement was pulsing through the children when we got on the plane and by the time we got off it was like they were about to burst. Our first stop was at Mr. Divine’s house and when we drove up his driveway my breath was taken away. The house was a huge ranch style property with oversized windows and a wrap around porch. I loved it at first sight and when we opened the doors and went inside we greeted by wide open, uncluttered room with amazing furniture and fixtures.

Exhausted we were pleasantly surprised to find a fuller stocked fridge and better yet a warm meal in the oven waiting for us. Mr. Divine explained that he had a housekeeper that came twice a week when he was out of the country and every other day when he was home. He had called ahead and she had made sure that everything would be ready and waiting for us. We crashed that night, and when we work up in the morning and headed to the kitchen we were meet by the smells of breakfast being cooked. There we met Nina, a pleasant older woman who worked for Mr. Divine for the past ten years looking after him and his house.

“So you are the woman who stole my boss’s heart. You take care of him now,” she warned before turning back to the bacon she was frying in the pan.

I smiled and I knew she could see it in the flawless shine of the backsplash behind the stainless steel stovetop.

“Yes Nina,” I said sincerely. “I would be stupid not take care of the good man I’ve been gifted with. He is a rare and priceless treasure.”

She watched my reflection for several moments before she went back to her cooking and I got the plates and started setting the table for breakfast.

After breakfast, the exploration began. We spent several days in Atlanta and the nearby environs exploring and seeing what was available. From there we started out our road trip, making a roundabout way to Florida. There we visited the Theme Parks, the Everglades and even took the chance to go to The Keys. It was amazing and we loved every minute of the driving, discovering and exploring.

While in Florida we also stopped at three of the universities that offered swim scholarships and visited their campsite and found out as much as we could about their programs. The kids were as excited as when they went to see the universities in Atlanta. From there we drove from Florida to New York stopping to visit the sites and the NCAA1 rated universities along the way.

When we got to New York we paused and some sightseeing. After all, we were in New York City and there was a lot to see. We visited every site we could, then go the train up to Washington D. C. From there it was more exploring and taking in the sights.

This was the most intense and amazing trip I’ve ever been on and we kept going until we finished off in Toronto, Canada. As we relaxed and had lunch one afternoon, we talked to the kids to see what they enjoyed most about the trip and the places we visited.

“Do we have to decide?” was the question we got in reply.

From that, all we could conclude was that we had given the kids the travel bug and they had it bad.

“That was the most amazing trip I’ve been on,” insisted Kyle and Shane nodded in agreement.

“Can we do something like that again but maybe in Europe?”

Mr. Divine and I laughed. We’ll see what can happen”

When we boarded the plane on the way back to Atlanta we were chatting and planning for what next. Where to take a trip to and what colleges were worth a more intense look at. We loved every minute of that trip and I couldn’t wait to do another one.

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