Day 1 - Flight of Fantasy

Tomba, Francesco Salvatore, Pegalino and the Pooker huddled at Gate B 70 at IAD with throngs of vacationers to find that "spot in the sun" to extend the Endless Summer for one more year. Thanks to "Five Guys", everyone was sufficiently satiated and with 36 channels of Direct TV, the JetBlue flight to Ft. Lauderdale went quickly.

"Gather the bags, I'll get the car", snapped Pegalino. Franco with that "look" -- OK, once again, I will do the man's job and gather all of the "stuff" you brought and schlep it to the car while you "fill-out the paper work".

The minivan was quite exceptional. A KIA. So we had a 50/50 chance of getting there and a 25% of getting there safe, but since Pegalino forgot to add Franco to the "allowed driver" list, Pegalino increased our chances of getting there safe to 95%. Sorry Franco, but there are too many "gates" to go through and we don't want another "Sienna".

Marriott's Ocean Pointe

"Nice job", Tomba said to Franco, as they exited the Marriott's Ocean Pointe reception area. You see, Franco, has this ability to "get what he wants", even if it is totally by accident. Rewind. "Hi I am Francesco Salvatore, and we have a reservation for 2 suites.". "Thank you", Heraldo said, "You are in the KingFish." Franco retorted, "I am the King Fish, so can you get us an upgrade to Ocean Front?" Heraldo responded, "Well Ocean Front" is reserved for only the "best owners" and can only be arranged in advance." Franco turned and pointed to Tomba and said, "He is with me." Heraldo, said "O mighty Tomba, of Tomba Tours, your wish is my command." -- and we got 2 Ocean Front adjoining rooms.

De-pak -- I mean Un-pak, we did and then scurried off to Max and Eddie's for a "fantastic" Italian dinner.

Onward the journey continues......