Saturday, October 2, 2010

Space Deprivation

Travel involves relinquishing yourself to a time warp. I don't know what day it is or how long I've been awake, but my mathematical estimates are as follows: Saturday night, 48 hours. It might be October.



The group, which began with four, has since tripled. My mom, dad, brother and I met up with my aunt and uncle at the Honolulu International Airport. We picked up my two cousins in Seattle and flew to Florida. Here, we were met by my second aunty and uncle, my second cousin, her friend and another aunt. I think this makes 13, though my cousin is pregnant, thus making it 13 1/2.

We've all been falling asleep at small increments and at really inappropriate times. Some of us slip into states of comatose during 20 minute commutes. Others sleep during shows, on outdoor benches or whilst driving. We are ill, but we press onward because vacations don't last forever.



Today we made it to the John F. Kennedy Space Center and wowed ourselves silly off of rockets and space travel. The universe is out of control, and in a cool way. They had propped the Atlantis shuttle up for its launch next month, so we took our time appreciating the sight of the second-to-last spaceship getting prepped for action. My heart is broken that the shuttle missions will be ending soon.

Tomorrow we go from space to sea and embark on our Disney cruise. My cousins told me that there will be karaoke, so I'm already working on my Lion King songs. Naaaaaants ingonyamaaaa bagithi baba... and Elton John just gave me a high-5.