Since I’m sure many of you are anxiously waiting for the
next segment of the Bunton Family Vacation, I’ll continue on. In case you
missed it, that was sarcastic ^^ ;)
8:30 am: Mom’s tooth is fixed, gas tank is full, breakfast
is being eaten (Krispy Kreme and Starbuck’s), and we are finally, FINALLY on
our way to Florida. As you can imagine, it was quite exciting. We drove and
drove, then drove some more. Friday afternoon, I got a call informing me that I
was receiving $500 toward my spring semester! Financially, this semester has
been (and continues to be) very tight, so this was absolutely an answer to
prayer, as it allows me to be debt-free for a little bit longer.
While driving through Atlanta, in fairly significant
traffic, this is the conversation that transpired:
Emma: This is
worse than driving through Madison!
Dad: It’s
Atlanta, Georgia!
Emma: I don’t
know where Atlanta, Georgia is!!
…Maybe you had to be there, but I still find it rather
hilarious.
After grabbing supper at Chik-Fil-A that night, we made it
to our hotel in Cocoa Beach around 3:30 am. It was 60 degrees—in the middle of
the night!
The next day (Saturday), we headed to Ron Jon, which was
within walking distance of our hotel. We got a few souvenirs, then had lunch at
“a N.Y. Pizza House”. In the afternoon, Thomas tried his hand at surfing while
the rest of us enjoyed quality time at the beach—soaking up the sunshine!
No day could be complete without some sort of—wrinkle.
Before leaving our hotel that morning, Mom realized she forgot to pack any of
her sandals! (We found out later she had left them on the ping pong table in
the basement…in Wisconsin!). Much to the dismay of Emma, Mom, and I, we were
forced to head to the mall for some shoe shopping. On our way back from the
shoe shopping expedition, we stopped for ice cream at the “Ice Cream Junction”,
a local place with delicious hand-dipped ice cream.
Sunday was another relaxing day for us. We headed for
breakfast at Dunkin’ Donuts. Dark chocolate hot chocolate and blueberry
munchkins (donut holes) made my morning—I highly recommend both of these
things, but am glad (for the sake of my jeans fitting) that there is not a
Dunkin’ Donuts nearby J
Thomas wanted to try surfing again, so Emma and Dad went along to watch. Mom
and I walked on the beach for a while (which is *quite* the workout. Don’t
believe me? Go walk through sand!), and collected some sea shells.
Mid-seventies and sunny, white sand in between your toes, waves rolling in…you
can picture it, right?? That afternoon, we came back to the pool and talked
about wedding stuff.
Here’s the “funnies” from Sunday:
Dad (in the
pool): Look, I found a toy!
Emma (laying out
by the pool): I say so many things, and then think ‘wow, I’m an idiot’!
On our way to supper….
Thomas: I wonder
what kind of injuries you would get around here?
Dad (quickly
responds): Python squeezes!
At supper…
Emma: I’m gonna
move to Florida and just live off the government. That way, I can be at the
beach every day!
…Maybe she’s on to something?!
That brings me to talk about food…again. We ate slightly
ridiculous amounts of delicious food on this vacation. We tried out this place
called “Florida Seafood”; it was a local, family-owned place about 10 minutes
away. Food was amazing! Emma and I shared blackened Tilapia with garlic butter
pasta. And our waitress kept bringing these corn fritters—think funnel cake,
only better!
After our seafood dinner that night, we headed back to the
hotel. Dad and Thomas watched football in the lobby while Mom, Emma, and I did
some re-packing—We watched the premiere of Biggest Loser at 9. Watching people
work out made us feel better about all the corn fritters we had eaten only a
few hours prior J
Monday morning arrived, and we spent the morning walking
around some shops that were nearby. At noon, we shuttled to the port. Just
prior to actually getting on the cruise ship, Thomas says “I’m gonna touch the
butt”! (Finding Nemo, people…surely you’ve seen Finding Nemo?)
…This is just the beginning of our cruise, but I’ll have to
blog about the rest of it later.
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