- I don't like being away from home as long as a week
- I'm not crazy about the beach
- I could never, ever "rough it"
Right before our vacation, I was desperate to get away, to go someplace, just away from home. Two nights later, I was desperate to get home to my own bed, my own pillows & most importantly, my own bathroom. For the most part, I allow Weedinator to plan our family vacations, less for the fact that his judgment is so wonderful & more so because I'm lazy like that. So when he suggested "beach vacation" (which we've done before), I said OK. We live a 10-minute drive from the Atlantic Ocean, but sometimes your beach isn't the same as some other beach. We drove from the East coast of Florida to the West coast, to the Redington Beach area.
I did feel kind of nervous about being away for a whole week, but most of the rental units require a weeklong stay. Our rental was...nice. At first. At first, it was a "charming little beach cottage". Even the teeny, tiny bathroom. Right, bathrooM, as in singular. One bathroom the size of a microwave oven for 5 people. But the charm wore off throughout the week, so at the end, it was less a "charming beach cottage" & more of a disgusting, cheap hovel with a stopped-up bathroom sink, smelly beds & bugs (I should've been more suspicious when I saw not one, but two big cans of bug spray in the pantry). Plus, the air-conditioning went out a couple of times. We were told it would "shut itself off" if overworked. Gee, it only felt like hell outside--I didn't know the A/C only worked in temperatures just shy of "fire & brimstone".
What clinched it was the Roach on Steroids that walked past me one night I stayed up late to read. Yeah, walked, bright lights & all, like he was just getting in for the night. I don't know if this is the same roach we found dead the next day (I swear, I didn't do it), but we spent so much time screaming & arguing over who was going to dispose of the roach's remains that I'm surprised the police didn't show up to see who murdered this Mr. Roach person.
As for the beach...I understand how a lot of people love the ocean & the beach & all of that. The beach would be better for me if it didn't have all that...sand. Because a trip to the beach is never just a trip to the beach. It's spent lugging stuff to & fro (when you have 3 kids, that's a lot of lugging), then afterwards, showering every last crevice to be sure all the sand is gone.
Lest you think I spent my whole week complaining (I was good, I saved all my complaining for you guys), I'm going to share my favorite photo (and I'm sparing you the other 148), taken at The Florida Aquarium.
On knitting: I took 3 projects, but only worked on 1. I spent the majority of my time reading (and counting down days).
Next time, I promise to get off my duff & plan the vacation. I'm thinking...knitting cruise.Pin It Now!