As I sit here writing this from my living room back in RAINY, New York, I can't help but wonder where the past week disappeared to. So many things were jammed into one week's time, that it all seems like a dream. Yet, when we pulled back into the driveway last night, it felt as though we were gone forever. The first day in Clearwater, we (from here forward, "we" refers to the hubby, all three kids, (Justin, Vanessa, and Josh), mother in law, Charlotte, and brother in law, Rob)walked over to a little restaurant called "Lenny's." It was right next door to the hotel, looked decent, so we figured "why not?" It was awesome! I had matzah brie!!! It was as good as my mom and grandmas used to make!! Who would have guessed, in Clearwater?!! After lunch, we were able to hit the beach. Hot sun, white sand, green water, that taste of salt on the lips...what's not to love?A previous post described day two, so I won't repeat that here. Day three was the walk through of the townhouse in preparation for what we had hoped would be the closing on Friday.
Day four was my then-soon-to-be-daughter-in-law, Vanessa's, nursing school graduation(which originally was the reason for the trip).
Day five was reserved for relaxing at the pool. Because day six was the wedding. Congratulations to my son, Justin and his wife, my new daughter in law, Vanessa!!
On day seven there was more relaxing at the pool (those pictures seem to be missing in action, although we've got great video, which I can't seem to upload here). We also played miniature golf, because, as my brother-in-law, Rob, says - "What's a vacation without putt putt?" And, alas, I must admit defeat, by 3 strokes to the hubby - bummer. Day eight was spent at the pool in the morning and a trip to the airport because the in laws went home. Hubby and I decided to take a gamble and stay a couple of more days with the hope of closing on the townhouse. No such luck; however. We made a short visit to the flea market on Sunday and spent Monday laying low. Our flight was delayed an hour coming home. Upon going through security we discovered that you cannot take snow globes onto the plane. (Since nearly all the souvenirs I purchased were snowglobes or some variation of such, we had to buy a small bag at the airport to put them in.) I carefully wrapped them all in my sweater, put them in the newly acquired bag. Hubby was escorted by security back to baggage check (clear across the airport) while I waited at the gate. Upon our arrival home, we unpacked the bag to discover nearly everything was broken. The blue water inside, staining my sweater. Oh well, at least we didn't come home to a flood this time!!!!
2 comments:
Im sorry to hear about the snow globes and your sweater... Where did you get the snow globes from?
I was going to ask you to replace one of them for me, because it is actually a scotch tape dispenser and I loved it!! It was purchased at one of the souvenir shops down the street from frenchy's, which was down the street from the parasailing place....it was only $5 and I would love to have another one....
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