Nothing much, honestly. Reading on gardening and picking out seeds, harboring a second bout with back pain that is slowly getting better, and riding the waves of enjoyment and loss as we watched our rabbits (finally) have a small litter and then lose them.
But other than that, nothing much.
So let’s go over the last part of December, which was jam packed with warmth; from friends, family, and indeed the sun.
R had a rough couple of months; working long hours and generally stressing out. So we booked a quick trip to Florida to rest up.
I found a little place that got good reviews and was decidedly within our budget. Ever since sleeping in a hut steps from the ocean with no a/c or hot water, I can’t bring myself to spend money on a room. The hut (click here) had to be my favorite beach side experience.
This cutie of a building was juxtaposed right next to some towering ones which I’m sure charged double ours, and I smiled at our good luck. Plus, we had a tiny bar & grill located on the first floor. Isn’t that all you need?
I apparently couldn’t spend money on a taxi either, because I forced R to bus it from the airport. $3.50 vs $50? Um, we’re hanging with the locals, R. Somehow we made it the entire way without spending a dime, as the driver felt sorry for both us and a couple from Amsterdam for not knowing what we were doing.
We were only there for a couple days, so each morning we rushed downstairs to fall back asleep under the rising sun.
And then we’d wake up to take long walks along the deserted beach. Note to self: only travel during the week. What uncrowded bliss!
After our jaunt, we’d plop back down onto our chairs for a pina colada, or other rest-inducing drink.
I’d look over occasionally and find R testing out his US Army survival manual that he chose to bring along, by trying to light stuff on fire through his glasses.
I would periodically sit on the hammocks to remind myself to never stay where there is a bar & grill so nearby again.
Or we’d go body surfing for a couple hours. I was the judge this time around.
We’d see guys running around with a football, and R would have gaze longingly at them. He stood nearby like how all young kids do when they want to play, but don’t want to ask. Politely, with hands behind the back.
Alas, he was never asked.
After our beachside retreat ended, I called up my cousin that lives in the area. She picked us up and promptly took us to a 5-star quality dinner… in their backyard! I have never, never had such thick and well-prepared steak before, in restaurants or at home. It was delightful, and B served us up some official drinks along the way.
I mean, has anyone ever used that measuring cup before? I didn’t even know what it was.. maybe to hold whole eggs for an English dinner?
No, it actually has a use, and by golly she used it. I was impressed.
After they put their son to bed, we headed outside to the hot tub for loud laughs and fun conversation, and even an occasional push into the pool.
And yes, they provided us with robes! Where are we?? This is a long cry from the hut, my friends.
Thus ended a great few day escape for the two of us. If I could put that trip into a bottle, I would. It’d sell, I’m sure of it.