There’s something about being somewhere you quite don’t belong that heightens one’s excitement, exceeds all expectations and leaves you truly without words, mouths dropped open and all you can do is squeal and hyperventilate. Yes, it was that good. Spring Break 2008!
The travel was what worried me most. We didn’t know exactly how long it would take us, only that map quest said around 19 hours. Yippee – what better way to spend the day? But lucky for me, I had some super troupers along for the ride. The drive, both ways, went splendidly well. When we arrived at our little water color paradise, the sun was on the verge of setting. Thank goodness it had quite disappeared yet. It would have left me without one of my favorite memories of the trip. As we unlocked the doors to the back yard, complete with freakishly manicured grass…Jessica, Jen, and I began to jump up and down, gasping and screaming at the same time at our very own pool, perfect lawn, and private beach. Jess began a full circular sprint, arms spread like a seagull riding the wind, and just celebrated our arrival.
The week was incredibly beautiful. We took naps, listened to music, ate wonderful food, read great books, and mostly just laid in the sun. Jess and I were practically “tanning machines” (haha… we’re both very fair).
Sorry, no embarrassing stories can be posted about the pool boy, motor home dumping stations, possums, Edward, snow bunnies, getting lost in Orlando, or other stuff like that. It’s true – we were crazy ladies just in for a good time in West Palm Beach. What happens on spring break, stays…..well you know the saying!
