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At 4am, we set out. Heading south down 111 to find the main interstate, our roadway to Florida, where the first leg of our journey was bound. We began when the sky was still dark, and as the sun began to rise over northern Georgia, we began to question the direction we were traveling. The sun always rises in the east, right? So why was it rising in the south? There's something seriously wrong with Georgia.
Speaking of things that are wrong in Georgia, in Marietta we found the world's most terrifying Kentucky Fried Chicken, looming above us like some ancient monument to bad taste. Its beak opened and closed and its eyes rotated. We were honestly afraid that it was going to sprout legs and follow us down the highway at any moment.
Escaping the clutches of the doom chicken, we found ourselves in Atlanta, navigating the traffic like a kayaker that has no choice but to paddle through the white water. Everything went well... until we hit the other side of Atlanta, where the Georgia Highway Department had wisely decided to close all but one lane of the interstate for construction. Thanks, guys.
Nothing, nothing, nothing... the Florida Welcome Center. At least the juice was free. Here we had a picnic lunch of peanut butter sandwiches and root beer. Moving deeper into the state, we came across groves of orange trees, still drooping with fruit, and zebras. Yes, zebras.
We both were growing weary from multiple hours behind the wheel, stopping only to eat and gas up the tank and switch drivers every few hours, but we pressed on, our destination now within our sight. Finally reaching Kissimmee, we checked into our $39 a night motel--basic central Florida accomodations--a place where a clerk tried to sell us discounted Disney tickets for attending a timeshare seminar and "hot breakfast." Yeah, no thanks.
We ended the day with dinner and trivia, grateful that the day of travel was behind us and that the rest of our honeymoon was still to come, promising an adventure that we will remember for the rest of our lives.
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