(Motor)home, sweet (Motor)home!

What a long day!
Micky and I ,both, were completely finished with Miami. Been there, done that! Not going back!
Once you've tasted life on the road from a motorhome, other accomodations are less inviting.
BlueGreen Solara Surfside was a beautiful, stylish and fun hotel. Art deco inside and out and a very nice suite of rooms, but not our stuff! The chairs didn't hit me right, the bed wasn't perfect, the room had a slight "not mine!" odor. In other words, it wasn't "home".
The only place I like better than my motorhome, is my home. And I can live in either.
So at 5:45 AM I woke Micky and we started the process of packing and moving back to Tampa (Seffner) to pick up the Neptune.
I really have to work with Micky about travelling lighter. I will allow that we had moved out of our Motorhome for ten days and probably carried excess stuff, but the luggage cart was literally creaking under the load. I contribute a few books and my flight bag, but Micky always plans for more activities than we ever do. We had full dancing outfits including ballroom shoes, rain jackets and umbrellas.
The one item I'll readily concede is the food. Since the motorhome was empty, the refrigerator was shut down for the ice-maker repair. All the perishables had to travel with us.
But still, way too much stuff!
We stopped first in Naples to retrieve three more bags of stored stuff. The dogs were glad to see us, but we missed seeing Phil and Gayle. That occupational disease, again! Phil's totally inconsiderate neighbors were out running a noisy RC car in their driveway. Phil and Gayle chose to live in what Floridians, or at least the Naples variant, call "the estates". They live in a very nice neighborhood of individually designed and built homes. No restrictive covenants or deeds, and no neighborhood nazis telling you what to do. Except they need a Nazi!
Right smack on the property line is a deteriorating tarp-carport with three older small rice-burner sub-compacts. One of which the "boys" have beaten the windshield out of. Along with the boat parked in the front yard and the piles of true junk outside the garage, they've built a "shop" (had it delivered, probably) in the back yard and lead a loud, ATV-motorcross life-style. And neighborly conversations haven't worked with this collection of "Bumpus" hounds. Hopefully, they're sloppy around fuel and will set the place ablaze!
We put the kayaks and bicycles on the roof and left for Tampa. The added drag was only partially offset by the 20-knot tailwind, so the mileage dropped to 25 MPG.
LazyDays almost made it on time! The last item on their list was nitrogen in the tires. For those who scoff, a set of tires for this rolling luxury apartment is a $2500-3000 investment that will usually last until the sidewalls crack after 5-7 years. The worst thing you can do is run the tires low on pressure and water vapor makes the tire pressure vary and the inside of the tires rot. Add to that a truly reactive nature and getting the oxygen out is a good thing. The tires hold pressure longer and periodic topping with air won't hurt.
At least LazyDays has a half-century long tradition of pampering customers and the service lounge is clean, comfortable serves Starbucks coffee, and has several large-format TV's going. I like the tables to spread out the computer on.
By the time we had arrived in Orlando and wandered the wrong direction on several lanes in Thousand Trails Preserve, I was whipped having done most of the driving. At least setup is easy.
Tomorrow, I'm going to give Micky the option of nesting here while I go to Lakeland, but I doubt she'll stay here.