Nick arrives today, but not until the late evening, so we've decided to spend the morning around the pool as the temperatures are continuing to soar. Lying in a sun-lounger for extended amounts of time is not something I'd usually enjoy, but it's warm and gives me plenty of time to think about what the next few weeks will hold. I've been thinking a lot about the nature of expectation. Don't worry, I'm not about to launch into another 'thought piece' like before - although I might later on in the journey - but it's interesting to mentally catalogue what I think might happen over the next 18 days or so. I have never been to many of the states we'll be travelling and have done only light research into the key things I want to see, so I have no basis for establishing these expectations, but my mind readily supplies them all the same. It'll be fun to see how far off my subconscious was as the trip progresses.
We left for Orlando airport mid afternoon, which just over an hour away from where we're staying, and spent a few hours - you guessed it - in a mall, killing time awaiting Nick's plane. Orlando has changed massively since we first visited Florida, which I know sounds obvious but is always a bit strange to see. There are so many people here, and a lot of the British, which feels a bit odd. They're all wearing brand new trainers and have that slightly edgy, brittle quality that you must get when you're trying to keep three exhausted children entertained for hours on end. I remember Orlando being a genuinely magical place when I was little, but maybe I was oblivious to the raw effort my parents were putting into making it that way.
It was interesting picking Mr Worley up from the airport - Orlando International has an almost open plan design. Baggage claim is accessible from the land side of the airport so I wandered up an tapped Nick on his shoulder as he was awaiting his rucksack. It seems to be an arrangement that's fraught with risk - I helped myself to a couple of nice looking bags and then we set off for home. Nick looks shattered, having arrived via Philadelphia and spending sixteen hours in transit, but we're both excited about picking up the third member of our traveling party tomorrow - the car.