This
post represents another installment in The Big Switcheroo series – tales from
last spring’s epic journey from the northeast to the Florida Keys and back –
involving family, friends and an extraordinary range of adventures.
We are so blessed; that’s all there is to it. I have one older brother, and I love him to pieces – even though he tormented me when I was young. Additionally, one of my cousins is, age-wise, right in the middle between my brother and me, and close enough at heart to be considered a bonus brother. Unlike my actual brother, he has always been nothing but kind to me, and I love him to pieces, too. Alan has three older siblings – two sisters and a brother – and Alan gets along fabulously with all of them. The four of them are interesting blends of their parents’ personalities, and no two are alike. Beyond the siblings, Alan and I lucked out in the in-law department, as well. Our siblings’ spouses, as well as my cousin’s wife, are absolutely delightful people, and we all enjoy each other’s company.
So, when we checked out of Fort Wilderness after spending a week at Disney World with our daughter, son and son’s girlfriend, we were really excited about the next stop on our journey – a visit with Alan’s brother, Tom, and Tom’s wife, Joan, on the Gulf Coast of Florida.
