Mmm… Mush

I realized on our way down here, driving through the different states, that I definitely did not belong. We stuck out like sore thumbs everywhere between Maryland and Florida. It became the most apparent while attempting to get coffee at a road stop McDonalds somewhere in South Carolina. I was pretty much convinced I wasn’t going to leave there with my life, my Louis Vuitton bag, or my coffee. But once we got into Florida, I figured we were okay… until our dinner at Pinchers. The Jets/Dolphins game was on and the dude on the bar stool next to us was trying to google the weather report for The Meadowlands mistakenly thinking it was in NYC. When I told him we were from New York, he said he had figured that out already. So we asked what gave us away. He replied “a couple of reasons.” Hmm what could those be? Our outfits? Our accents? Our bags? Definitely couldn’t have been our manners, because as much as I wanted to give him the stink face, I smiled and Meredith said “have a good night”…

We are like the picture of contentedness these days. How could you have any sort of aggression or anger on sunny vacation? It’s such an easy life down here. Especially on Sanibel Island. What an amazing place. Like a tropical isle, hard to believe it’s Florida. We attempted to answer the call for exercise by renting bikes for a couple of hours. You know what they say about that. How hard could it be? It’s just like riding a bike. Yea no problem, until I looked down to rearrange something in the basket and next thing I knew I was mating with a bush… full of thorns. I guess as Meredith summarized as we stared at my scratched up and bleeding arm, “it’s much harder when the bike isn’t planted to the gym floor”…