This is our last night in Florida. We will head to Pensacola tomorrow and visit with Vicki's childhood friend, and then head to Mobile, Alabama for the night. We will fly out of Mobile Monday morning. I have to say I am looking forward to going home. Florida has been great, but I miss my dogs, and my bed, and my hot-tub, and of course, Costco.
We got to hook up with one of our college friends, Pete and his family today. They have two boys, 4 yrs and 1.5 yrs. Cute kids, but having two young ones like that is a lot of work. It was hard enough for us in our thirties, I can't imagine taking that on in my forties. It was great hanging out and chatting. It had been 8 years since we had seen Pete, and yet we picked up the conversation like it was only yesterday. We are so very fortunate to have built so many friendships in our college years that have remained strong for 20+ years. We will have our dorm-room reunion up at Humboldt in a couple of weeks with most of the rest of the gang.
We started our visit on the beach. I had the 4 year old in the surf while Vicki got more beach chairs. (I have her well trained). I had a lot of fun trying to drown the little tyke, but he managed to survive. A thunder storm moved our visit indoors for awhile, then we hit the pool and finished up by keeping Pete up way past his bedtime (so much for the days of staying up all night playing cards). Really glad we were able to see him while we were here.
It's amazing how quickly people move indoors when the lightening storm rolls in. You will have literally hundreds of people on the beach in one moment and have the beach completely deserted within a blink of an eye. I've decided that Californians can't survive here. Californians think thunder and lightening storms are cool and stop and gaze at the sky in awe when they roll in. Floridians immediately run for cover. Californians get struck by lighenting and die. Floridians watch the storm from the shelter of their rooms.
Vicki really wants to visit a Piggly Wiggly now, so I have to Google it and find one before we leave. She is an odd one sometimes.