I made reservations today for a trip to Miami in two weeks with NB. He's going to be down there for the week for a training, and I'm flying down on Wednesday evening to meet up with him. His training ends on Thursday afternoon, and we're spending the rest of the week there, flying home on Sunday. I am inordinately excited about this. I feel as though traveling to a warm climate for a vacation (albeit a somewhat abbreviated one) with a significant other is a pretty major step in a relationship. We already know we travel well together, having spent many hours over one weekend together in a car, so sitting on a beach (or by the pool, whatever the case may be) together should be nothing but pure bliss.