My sister and I got back into town around 6:30 last night and let me tell you those last 100 miles were killer. It seemed like someone was stretching out the highway in front of us as if it were a big elastic band. Also, the rest area at the North Carolina and Virginia border is for crap. It is embarrassing that the Virginia rest area is so very nasty and the one on the other side of the road is so nice. Good job North Carolina.
We did a whole lot of nothing while in Florida and that was very nice. We hung out and talked and ate and turned ourselves pink on the beach. The turning pink thing wasn’t so great but that’s our own damn fault. Saturday night as I was going to sleep I apologized to the skin on my shoulders.
We amused ourselves by going to the Daytona Flea and Farmer’s Market on Sunday afternoon. We could only take about 30 minutes of that much fun and had to go have some lunch. I described the flea market to the better-half “as if a dozen dollar stores exploded”. It was kind of disturbing to see turtles for sale in little boxes. And parrots. Someone was selling parrots and some of the parrots looked like regular size and some were newly hatched and laying in a box together-alive, dead? Who knows. Honestly, I don’t know my birds so they could have been cockatiels or whatever big exotic looking birds are called. I think birds shouldn’t be pets. I think birds in captivity are creepy. The people shuffling around the flea market were kind of creepy too.
Welcome home, glad your trip was fun. But turtles and birds at a flea market? That’s just scary sick and more than a little depressing.