Vacation has always been my time to be a SLUG – to rest, relax, and do absolutely nothing.   It started when I was ten with my family’s annual summer beach trip.  Every year, the same trip, the same beach, and the same slug-like behavior.  When I had a family of my own, Edward (the hubs) and Rory (the kidlet) joined me.  And I loved it.  And I was happy.  And I was a SLUG.  Until last year.  My family decided not to go to the beach, and my Edward got excited and decided to plan our summer trip.  And because I wasn’t thinking about the summer in FEBRUARY, I agreed. …