As we relaxed in our Pinesol-scented motel room that night, I felt the stirrings of a familiar pattern that had not emerged in a year and a half; our natural travel progression. The first day was spent mentally and physically distancing ourselves from our day-to-day routines; the second day, sloughing off anything remaining and slowly getting into mindset that were on vacation. All subsequent days, except the last, would be filled with childlike excitement of what was to come.