On the third day of our trip we took a two hour drive south to visit what has been dubbed, by someone somewhere at some point in time, the best beach in the USA. And it was a very fine beach, I do agree. The sun was shining and temps were pushing 80, so it was a perfect day to go. It was a little busy, but the sand was excellent.
Here we are, frolicking:
Or reading a little Manga on the beach:
Of course, the boys had to play a little frisbee:
| This is my favorite frisbee pic |
Jonas chose not to play frisbee and instead decided to bury himself in the sand. I tried to get a picture of him but my camera focused on the guy in the foreground instead. I figured it was a perfect representation of the particular brand of ambiance you find at a public beach in Florida during spring break.
After spending the day at the beach we headed to our new hotel, a sweet condo complex run by Hilton Grand Vacation Club that we sold our souls to stay at for a bargain basement price. It was a fantastic hotel--two full bedrooms, kitchen, nice pools, etc.--but Forrest and I had to spend 2 1/2 hours of our Monday morning listening to a sales agent named Jack Hammer (no I am not kidding), a grizzled man with a distracting case of post nasal drip and very little patience with "customers" who supply non scripted answers to his scripted sales questions, drone on about how "excited" we should be ("You're excited, right? Right? Aren't you excited?") to become "owners" instead of "renters" because "owners" are "winners." We escaped, though. Barely. And thoroughly enjoyed the rest of our time in our fancy digs.
Later that day we took off once again to explore another Disney property, this time Epcot. It was my first time at Epcot and I loved it. So much to look at! I kept wishing my mom was there so I would have someone with whom I could meander through all the specialty shops; alas, the kids weren't so much into souvenir looking-but-not-buying. The food was good, though, and the kids were happy about that. We had some nice BBQ, some tasty Italian pastries, crepes, teriyaki chicken. So much better than the chicken sandwich at Tomorrowland.
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| Wyatt, enjoying some caramel sauce. He ended up drinking it straight from the cup. No, this was not an international delicacy. Just caramel sauce. |
| Jonas, making the acquaintance of a terra cotta warrior. |
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| Wyatt, celebrating our Scandinavian heritage. |
| Elise, mysterious, with a fan. |
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| A bonsai tree, mostly because it's cool. |
| The boys (and Forrest, can you see him?) watching a street performer in "Italy." Elise and I were off getting pizza and Italian pastries. |
| All of us at dusk. A nice Asian family asked us to take their picture, so I asked them to do the same. It's a little blurry, but it's still a nice shot of all of us. |
| Fireworks at the end of the night. |
And here's the picture I forced the kids to take after riding the Rockin Roller Coaster. Super fun ride (even Wyatt loved it) and even though the kids weren't altogether thrilled that I made them put on hats and take a picture, I think this is a keeper. Even if Wyatt's hat is completely covering his face, he makes up for it with his "rock on" hand signs.
We had a fabulous trip. It's hard to believe that we only have one more year of all of us together . . . but I'm not going to think about that right now. I'm just grateful we have the chance to have great experiences like this.
Now we're back in Minnesota with only our memories to keep us warm. (Seriously. High teens today. Ridiculous!) But spring, real spring, is just around the corner. I can feel it.










