The final evening of our time in San Diego was spent enjoying a bonfire, on the beach, right outside our room... complete with smores and cuddling and blankets. Great end to a restful time.
Good thing that the time in San Diego was so restful because the trek from San Diego back to our departing flight out of Las Vegas was NOT so relaxing. Let's just say my most positive character traits do not come out when we spend hours in stop and go traffic in the middle of the desert, in serious danger of missing our flights and having to reconfigure everything about our return travel.
When we were about 30 minutes from Vegas and really cutting the time close, Caleb started yelling from the backseat, "I have to POOP, RIGHT NOW." There were no bathrooms in sight. Just desert. And, we didn't have the 15 minutes to spare to allow for a stop after all of our delays. So, I told James that i would take full responsibility, but that I thought our only choice was to hope that the little man could hold it.
He did manage to hold it, and we made it on our flights. The boys and I were the last ones to board our flights (as we made it just in time) with all of our paraphernalia, and I'm sure those folks already on board were thrilled to see our slightly frazzled group boarding at the last minute. They should have been delightfully surprised as my little men were wonderful travelers, even after such a long day.
It is good to be home. In a city where travel times are not a big issue :+)
