When lo and behold, over the hill, you see a sign for a tiny motel, right on the water, where the owner brings you kids a fishing net, to “catch cool stuff to look at” and then offers to take you all out in a rowboat.
And when you drive into “town” you find a cheap-but-wonderful pizzaria, with huge subs and a friendly woman, who tells you where to find the playground.
And then, on the way back to your waterfront room, with a car-full-of-oregano, you discover the Fire House is hosting a Bazaar for a few days, complete with funnel cake and bouncy houses, and ring-toss games.
And when you go back to your room, your kids ask when you’re going to do the blessings. So, with sub-roll and a video of someone else lighting candles, you say the words.
And it’s Shabbat on the road.