A collection of bags is gathered round my feet. One is filled with more books than I could read in a year's time, another holds all things electronic and chargeable, and still another which just wouldn't fit anywhere else in our vacation-laden vehicle.
On my lap rests my bed pillow whose purpose is more a desk than headrest. Perched atop my pillow is a new cookbook that arrived on my doorstep days before our scheduled departure which I've saved for a slow, easy browse on the trip.
The children are riding along in a luxury that their father and I, when we were their ages, had only witnessed on the futuristic space-aged cartoon "The Jetsons".
“One of the gladdest moments of human life, me thinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of habit, the leaden weight of routine, the cloak of many cares and the slavery of home, man feels once more happy.”
– Sir Richard Burton