In the words of Clark Griswold: “This is no longer a vacation. It’s a quest. It’s a quest for fun. You’re gonna have fun, and I’m gonna have fun…”
Such good advice, but then all good intentions experience a roadblock- rather it be a downpour, a God-awful traffic jam, or some good ol’ family bickering. But hey, it’s vacation, and by God we were going to have fun even if it killed us.
Ready or not, we Lintons were heading to San Antonio, Texas. After taking a pit stop in New Braunfels to tour Buc-ee’s (the biggest gas station known to man), and eating at The Union Station (which makes some of the best biscuits I have ever eaten) where my husband not only polished off his plate, but mine and the kids’ as well, the family made a mad dash to SeaWorld in order to hang out with one annoying, red and fuzzy Sesame Street character.
As it was, my 3 year old cried when she saw Elmo, and my 5 year old kicked and screamed when made to ride the kiddie coaster, and I slowly watched the picturesque family vacation vanish before my eyes. But still, there are the memories. Like the one where my son said “ah, dang it” after his sister peed her pants in bed, or when my daughter kept everyone up into the wee hours of the night, giggling uncontrollably, or that beautiful smile on my son’s face while he watched the sea lion show. That’s the kind of stuff I’ll never forget. So although our weekend vacation wasn’t as ideal as I had thought it would be, I can’t imagine it having been any more perfect.