Oh.My.Goodness. We are in the 30's! And can you believe I have posted 10 blogs in a row?? I know some of you were skeptics out there in blogger land! I don't blame you! Most of the time we don't have all that much going on! Lately, things have been picking up speed! I'm about to marry my best friend, so of course I'm going to be blogging a lot to let you all know how much I love him!
I think in a previous post, I mentioned something about my hatred toward heat and humidity. Now, heat by itself is ok. I'm a "dry heat" kind of girl! I heard a million times growing up about people talking about the East Coast and the humidity and the story about taking a shower, walking outside and feeling like you needed to take another shower. I had heard it all. But it's hard to comprehend, when you've never lived it.
In August 2006 we decided to go on a cruise to the Bahamas, St. Thomas and St. Maarten. The boat would be departing out of Miami. I had only been to the East Coast two times up until that point. Both times to Florida, one time in January and one time in September. Both visits were very lovely, and I didn't have to deal with any suffocating humidity. Well, this trip to Florida was different. It was in August, and we were going to be spending a few days in Miami sightseeing before boarding our cruise ship.
Miami sucks. Let me rephrase that. Miami in August sucks. I was miserable. How do people live there? Lance and I went walking to the beach after checking into our hotel. I couldn't wait to jump in the water and get cooled off. Did I mention I was miserable? I set my stuff down, took off my flips flops and went to the waters edge to get some relief. When my foot touched that water I wanted to cry. It was freaking bath water. Warm, warm bath water. It never dawned on me that the water wouldn't be cold like our ocean back home. When you are at our beach, laying out getting a tan and you get hot, you go cool off in the ocean. How do people live here?
Now, I'm sure some of you are wondering, what does this have to do with loving Lance!?!?! I would be lying if I said I was a perfect angel who never got snippy or annoyed or just down right aggravated that even at 11 o'clock at night it was still 95 degrees with 100% humidity. I may have snipped or snapped a time or two before boarding that boat, but Lance still tried to make things better. And hey, he snipped and snapped a time or two himself! I'm just being real here!
I actually do like Miami. We had a great time there exploring the city. I just didn't know what I was in for. Now I do. And you won't see me visiting the other coast during the summer again if I can at all avoid it!
I think in a previous post, I mentioned something about my hatred toward heat and humidity. Now, heat by itself is ok. I'm a "dry heat" kind of girl! I heard a million times growing up about people talking about the East Coast and the humidity and the story about taking a shower, walking outside and feeling like you needed to take another shower. I had heard it all. But it's hard to comprehend, when you've never lived it.
In August 2006 we decided to go on a cruise to the Bahamas, St. Thomas and St. Maarten. The boat would be departing out of Miami. I had only been to the East Coast two times up until that point. Both times to Florida, one time in January and one time in September. Both visits were very lovely, and I didn't have to deal with any suffocating humidity. Well, this trip to Florida was different. It was in August, and we were going to be spending a few days in Miami sightseeing before boarding our cruise ship.
Miami sucks. Let me rephrase that. Miami in August sucks. I was miserable. How do people live there? Lance and I went walking to the beach after checking into our hotel. I couldn't wait to jump in the water and get cooled off. Did I mention I was miserable? I set my stuff down, took off my flips flops and went to the waters edge to get some relief. When my foot touched that water I wanted to cry. It was freaking bath water. Warm, warm bath water. It never dawned on me that the water wouldn't be cold like our ocean back home. When you are at our beach, laying out getting a tan and you get hot, you go cool off in the ocean. How do people live here?
Now, I'm sure some of you are wondering, what does this have to do with loving Lance!?!?! I would be lying if I said I was a perfect angel who never got snippy or annoyed or just down right aggravated that even at 11 o'clock at night it was still 95 degrees with 100% humidity. I may have snipped or snapped a time or two before boarding that boat, but Lance still tried to make things better. And hey, he snipped and snapped a time or two himself! I'm just being real here!
I actually do like Miami. We had a great time there exploring the city. I just didn't know what I was in for. Now I do. And you won't see me visiting the other coast during the summer again if I can at all avoid it!
This picture was right before the realization that the Atlantic ocean was a hot tub. Just look at us, we look so naive!
Love,
Suzanne
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