It was windy. It was also warm enough that I didn't care that my flab was sticking out from under my shirt.
We found some hair on the beach. Don't worry - it was just extensions or something. The hair was all sewn together at one end in a long strip.
Pete's dad and I battled for dessert.
One night I tried Mofongo: plantains mashed together with pork and garlic. It's something like mashed potatoes. I gotta say it's better fresh than reheated the next day. The kind I got had shrimp in garlic butter over it. Hefty! I'd try it again with a different accompaniment.
Another day Pete and I went to the beach club for lunch. We got salads for lunch, then we went to the ice cream store. I got rum raisin with these beautiful multi-color Sno-caps:
Pete got a sundae.
Later that night Pete and I got salmonella. We think it was the salads. It couldn't have been the ice cream - right?
We spent our last day doing salmonella stuff and an extra day at Pete's parents' house recovering. Who wants to fly sitting next to someone with salmonella? Not that we could have made it to the airport without passing out. Three days later and we still can't eat solid food.
Poor Jill who was watching Fay agreed to stay an extra day (HALLEFRIGGINGLUJAH - THANK YOU!!!!!)
So today we were making our way up to Vermont. We had the car all loaded up and Pete was pulling out of the parking space in the garage. He said "is there something wrong with your steering?" I said, "I don't think so." Then I got out of the car to find that we had a flat tire.
So I carry Fay back up to the apartment while Pete checks at the tire place across the street. (Nice to have one across the street)
You need a key to get from the garage into our apartment's hallway. Mine got stuck in the lock. I had to put Fay down (so she's running loose in the hallway which the Trustees don't like) and get my key ring off the key in the door so I could put Herself into the apartment. Then I spent ten minutes jiggling the key around trying to get it out of the lock.
Pete came back and suggested I call the management company (no, I wouldn't have thought of that. I'm a dim bulb) while he took the car to be sorted.
So now the key is out - took the handyman about five minutes to get here and one to get the key out - and the tire is fixed (YAY - we don't have to buy four new tires for our all-wheel-drive car!) and we can go to Vermont. For two days then come back. Fine!