So every couple of years my family takes a vacation together; this includes 12 adults and 10 kids…in short, the typical Italian family size. We usually head south to either North Carolina or South Carolina and spend 10 days in pure relaxation, good times, and the creation of many memories. Oh, and of course we always drive. On this particular drive down to pure bliss vacation time, the weather was quite drab and was rainy, windy, and gloomy; just all the horrible weather conditions imaginable to drive in. Therefore, we decide to make a stop about half way through the drive and to get a hotel for the rest of the day. We are all so grateful for the break from, not only driving through all the horrible weather, but also to get out of the car and to stretch.
Quickly we grab the bags we need, find our rooms, and start getting settled into our rooms. We continue to meander between the two rooms to joke around with everyone and to see if anyone needs help with anything. [If you have ever seen the movie Home Alone and all the commotion that goes on with their family traveling and doing stuff; this is kind of like my family.] Anyways, as we are all getting settled and the rain continues to pound outside, my sister Andrea lingers in the doorway to chat while we’re all moving around doing what we’re doing. I stand on the other side of the room, observing everyone and everything and just joking around. All of a sudden, Andrea screams and sprints across the room to jump up on the bed, while my Dad frantically kicks at something. If I were a gymnast judge, I would score Andrea with an 8 for speed and maneuverability to the bed.
What the hell was going on??? Andrea then says, “When I was standing over by the door I felt something touching my foot. Thinking Dad was playing a joke on me I thought nothing of it, until I saw Dad across the room I realized this was not the case. I looked down to see a MOLE!” That’s right, one of those hideous blind, dirt dwellers had made it’s way into our room, trying to escape the down pour of the rain only to “playfully” scratch at my sister’s foot. My Dad had gotten rid of the mole and the room just filled with the boom of laughter after Andrea had told everyone what just happened. I am so gratefully that it was Andrea that had gotten the special touch of the mole and not I!
