One more night - then time to go home.

Friday night we went out to eat for our final night in Florida.  We ate at a place called The Old Salty Dog.  Very yummy food - again, the kids got theirs on frisbees.  I guess if we lived down there, we'd have frisbees coming out our wahzoo.  Ended up coming home with 5!

Will being.....Will.

Katie displaying her most recent frisbee.

Picture of us, thanks to Katie

Time to go home....Will looks sad, but he actually couldn't wait to go home.  He'd been asking for the last 2 days of vacation when we were going to go home.  I once said "Well, maybe we should just live here." 

The terrified look on his face told me that wasn't an option for him.



At the Atlanta airport we had better luck on the return trip.  When we were there on Monday, we had to take a tram to another terminal where we were leaving from.  So, the 4 of us were on the (very crowded) tram to go to Terminal T.  When the doors opened and it was time to get off, John was trying to squeeze through a bunch of travelers who were NOT moving out of the way.  This resulted in him and Will getting off the tram at the right stop, but Katie and I were stuck on the tram as it continued to zoom down the track.  Once the people on board realized that they had separated us....they really weren't that apologetic.  No Minnesota Nice there.

Anyway - at the next stop a bunch of people on the tram pointed to another train across the walkway and said "Just take that one back to the previous terminal, you'll be fine."  One guy even said - just walk down this hallway (as he pointed) it'll get you back to the other terminal.  Ok - Katie and get off and head over to that tram....which is blocked with yellow caution tape with a big red sign saying "Out of order" and "Under construction."  Great. 

The tram we had gotten off of, was still there - doors wide open and wasn't going anywhere.  The hallway the guy pointed to?  A dead end. 

The only way out - was an escalator at each end of the room - going up.  And each had a big sign at the top saying "Exit only....no re-entry.  Alarm will sound."  Ok - so if I went up there, I'd have to re-enter through security.  No big deal, except John had all of our boarding passes....and we had to be ready to board our second flight in about 45 minutes. 

All of a sudden, after sitting for about 4-5 minutes the tram all of a sudden shut it's doors and we watched it shoot down the tracks going the way we wanted.  I figured the tram would take us back down, but when it was just sitting there....with nothing on the screen about where the next stop would be I was hesitant to get back on it.  After about 45 seconds, another tram showed up and the screen said that IT was leaving for Terminal T in 30 seconds.  Katie and I got on - and we magically appeared in front of John and Will about 45 seconds later....on the opposite side where they had originally gotten off. 

This whole thing freaked Katie out - and she was not happy about getting back on the tram on the way home - but we stood right by the doors and were willing to push people out of the way if necessary.  Then we realized that over the course of the week, we had been in a car, a bus, a train, an airplane, a boat, an elevator and an escalator.  A real journey. :)