I have often felt that good weather follows me around when I travel — after all, when I visited Dan in Vancouver, I got a whole glorious February week of sunshine and clear skies — nary a raincloud in sight! Eerie, really. Following the pattern, The Boy and I have been spending this week with my parents in Florida and have been rewarded with beautifully sunny weather without the dreaded mugginess, or even those afternoon storms to clear the air. Fortuitous!
I hadn’t dared to hope that we might actually get to watch Endeavour‘s launch while we were here — after all, the original launch date was April 29th! — but then, it happened! The launch was delayed until May 16th, the morning of which we made a sleepy drive out to the coast to watch history. (Ahem, due to us getting on the road a little later than planned, we didn’t actually make it to the coast for the launch. We made it to a boat ramp off the freeway, where a number of folk had parked, cameras at the ready, to watch. It was still pretty amazing!)
The Boy, despite my bumping his elbow, took a video with his shiny new phone (which I’m still trying to figure out how to change the format of), while I stuck to my trusty, heavy-ass camera.
After that, we kept going (east) coastwards, and stopped at a McDonald’s for a snack. Disgusting? Yes. Totally exciting for me? YES! People, I haven’t been inside a McDonald’s before 10:30am in ages. It was so gratifying to finally be able to order a hash brown!
…and yes, I kind of regretted it after I’d eaten it. That’s usually how those things work out.
Anyway, so after that, we drove south a bit to Cocoa Beach, where we splashed around in the (cold!) water, and I chased these cute little birds (terns? pipers? what are they?) around taking pictures.
That was pretty much it for Monday. The following day, The Boy and I decided to play tourist and hit up one of the theme parks. I am proud to report that we did not get sunburnt (ahem, until Wednesday).
Sadly, Wednesday saw us lazing around in the pool and somehow (how?!) I missed slapping sunscreen on my shoulders. So in 2011, after at least 12 years of unbroken pallor and conscientious slathering of sunscreen, yours truly is sporting a (mild) sunburn.
Still, if that’s the worst I’m complaining about, clearly our week is going well! How about you all?