Watch Your French
We awoke in Tallahassee well rested (hotel sleep really is it’s own special kind of slumber), and ready to tackle the journey to New Orleans .
After our new tradition of McDonald’s breakfast at the slowest McDonald’s drive thru in America, we hit the road, ready to get the h-e-double hockey sticks out of The sunshine state.
Today the drive was less boring, we were burdened with views of fallen trees and shredded signs that could only be the work of a tornado or real tall giant stomping through the i-75N route.
By time we were an hour in and hit i-10 and realized we still had 2 more hours of being in Florida, we had proclaimed it the most boring state to drive thru.
Stopped to get part for my brake lights and car