My husband and I were in our twenties when we first moved to Florida from Chicago. We settled in a nice central location. We lived 50 miles from the gulf beaches and about 65 miles from the infamous theme parks. Being so young at the time, we frequented them all.
I have two close friends, and they both live 1,200 miles away. I have other friends, but none of them have gotten to know the deepest me, like those two. And, they stuck around anyway.
A week ago, one of them came from Chicago to visit me here in Florida. I’m taking a break (<-No pun intended) from the series about my husband’s broken feet. This post is a light-hearted look at some photos from my friend’s visit.
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a blog post about a prince and his maiden being married for twenty-eight years. Would you like to take a peek at their anniversary celebration? It was no royal festivity or anything, but they had some nice scenery and good food. Keep in mind that the maiden has a very old phone without a monthly plan (buys minutes), and she’s sharing the photos from it. She refuses to enter this century and get an iphone (or the like).
I’m feeling a little lonely out here amongst this vast ocean of blogs.
My husband and I don’t get to enjoy Florida like tourists do, because we actually have to live our daily lives here. So, we decided to take one day a week and go do something vacation-like before he starts his new job. One day we went to the beach.