So, a dream it will stay for the time being. I walked away with a little pang of self-pity--with the only house we ever owned having been foreclosed on two weeks ago, and credit card debt still carried from when we were trying our darndest to stay living there, I was annoyed at myself for having thought that something like an RV was in our future. But you know what? The kids didn't care about my or anyone else's projections into some imagined bleak future that included only--gasp!--car travel and tent camping. They had fun just being there. They explored, asked questions about various features, decided on what the sleeping arrangement would be in each model we looked at, talked about places they'd like to visit.
That was it for them. The joy and interest of forty-five minutes spent doing something new. Who cares if they ever actually sleep in their own RV? They already had a good time in one. In several, in fact!
On the way home, we got gelati. I sat in the car with sleeping Fox and Aila and Woody sat beneath the big umbrella. It started to rain.