Short of taking a boat ride, we took just about every form of transportation to get home for Christmas. We started by driving from Galveston, where the RV was parked, up to Spring, Texas, which is north of Houston.
Mike’s grade school classmate, Joe, lives in Spring and generously offered to watch our cat, Buddy, while we went home to Illinois for the holidays. We drove there on the evening of December 22nd. After we got the cat settled in, we went out to a Mediterranean buffet for dinner. It was great that Mike and Joe were able to catch up on life. We spent the night at his house that night and took an Uber to the airport in the morning. We love the ease and trustworthiness of Uber!
We had a direct flight into Chicago O’Hare, where we were picked up by Mike’s sister, Laura. We spent the next few days with Mike’s family, including Christmas day.
The highlight was spending time with our niece, Olivia. She is three, and we had a blast taking her to Toys R Us to pick out a toy and watching her open her gifts on Christmas morning.
The day after Christmas, we took a train from Chicago Union Station to Galesburg, IL to visit my family for a couple days.
My mom, dad, and grandpa came to pick us up at the train station, and we had a nice dinner together. The next evening, all my immediate family got together with at my sister’s house to celebrate the holidays. We went to dinner, then came back and played dominoes, had a few drinks, and enjoyed each other’s company.
Again, our niece stole the show. Scarlett was just born in September, so we haven’t gotten to spend much time with her. I was snuggling her as much as I could in the short time we had together.
The next day, it was already time to go. My parents took us to the airport in Peoria, IL, and off we went back to Houston with a layover in Dallas. From the Houston airport, we took a taxi ride from hell back to Joe’s to pick up Buddy and get our truck. The taxi driver held his phone in his hand about 6 inches from his face the whole time and covenantally “got lost” several times. Taxis are the worst!
Before driving back to Galveston, we had to make one more stop in Houston. Unfortunately, I had dropped my phone in Chicago, shattering the screen, so we had to get it repaired at the Apple store. Luckily, they where able to get it in and as good as new that evening.
Finally, that night, we drove the hour and half back to Jamaica Beach RV Park in Galveston. It was a lot of traveling for a relatively short time with our families, but it was well worth it.