We just returned from our four-day vacation to Destin, Florida.
Hotel: four hundred some dollars.
Food, gas, and other expenses: two hundred some dollars.
Feeling the sand beneath my feet: priceless.
In other words, it was totally worth it, despite the cost. I have no regrets. The icing on the cake was that my son - who, last summer, changed the interior of our car forever by getting dramatically carsick at least four times - did not throw up. Pretty impressive, considering that it takes about eight hours to get from here to Florida.
Dramamine: also priceless.