Last month, I was fortunate enough to spend the final week of Winter Break in Florida. I traded jeans for shorts and packed my favorite pair of $10 sunglasses en route to a week full of sun, sand and my aunt’s famous home cooking. With the rental fully packed and stocked with road trip essentials, we were on our way to the Sunshine State leaving Rhode Island in the rearview mirror.
Road Trips. You either love em’ or you hate em’. For many, the idea of sitting in a cramped car just isn’t fun. But to me, road trips are the ultimate adventure. The ever-changing landscapes that surround the highways are constant reminders of how far you’ve driven and how much closer you are to your final destination. In a way, there’s a sense of accomplishment and purpose when you’ve logged over 1,500 miles sandwiched between luggage, backpacks and coolers of cold cuts and soda.
