
Why I Drove My Son 2.5 Hours to San Juan Instead of the Airport Down the Road
A last-minute plane ticket priced like a small kidney, a 15-year-old with his own airline points, and the ten-year clerical habit that made it almost free.
No aspirational photos of us on a beach. The small, repeatable, unglamorous mechanics that actually get a family around the world. Practical, teachable, and yours to steal.
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