What I Learned on Our Trip to Florida

  Charly and I just got back from Florida. Yesterday, after an unusually long traveling day, then collapsed onto our bed after buying ingredients to make tacos for today. We learned our lesson after we got back the Hill camping trip. A foodless Sunday is never worth the laziness that follows after an adventure. So we got ourselves to Broulims and we strolled around without purpose because neither of us could even form the thought of what we wanted to eat- it was a long trip. We had to go through LA, two and half layover, then Salt Lake, another two and a half layover, and then finally, Idaho, instead of just direct to Salt Lake and then to Idaho. This added another five hours and extra flight to our day.

Anyways, back to the post title. What I learned on this trip.

1. The art just across the causeway that is scattered in about a million little "art shops" is terribly overpriced and maybe just terrible at that.

2. It is worth it to wake up early, but only if the surf is good or if you are going on a sunrise kayak ride when dolphins are usually most active. If this is not the case, sleep in. BUT never past eight thirty. If you sleep in past eight thirty, that is just a waste. I know, I know. Eight thirty isn't sleeping in. Well, Chuck would beg to differ and your sun lit hours are limited.

3. The month of September is by far the most perfect time to go. It is hot, making for perfect water activities, and everyone else is in school, making for perfect theme park days. We hit all of the rides at Wet 'n Wild in just a couple of hours. Plus, swimsuits will be on sale everywhere you look.

4. These big trips, the ones that make you nervous about spending all that on tickets when you could just stay in and play in Idaho on your time off, they're worth it. We may have just as much fun biking the Teton Pass, or climbing at Pointless. Those days tend to meld together though. You do the same trail, the same climb, and you stop differentiating the days. You forget how many times you go, what exactly happened. It's still an adventure, but when you look back on your life the things that pop out are the unique experiences that happened for a small block of time. Surfing every day in Florida for a week. Hiking with a pack on your back for days. It's the once in a chance views you don't forget. You only see them for a day, but you remember them more than the ones at Pointless, or Green Canyon. I don't know how many times I'll see the Sawtooths, or Upper Palisades Lake, or Second Light Beach and the Banana River. Those views are rare these days, and so I've separated out a space for each of them in my mind. Plus, these trips sort of meld our past relationships in our mind because I remember them so well. There's the time in Florida where we hung out right before we got married and how are personalities were at that time. Then there's the time we spent Christmas there, and how utterly bored we were because the water was so cold, and so on. Each time I can remember our relationship having changed, and how different and the same we still were. I'm happy that we did/do these things before we have kids. Life feels full, satisfying. No matter what comes, we know we made the best of it.

And on photos of Florida. It's weird how I can take too many photos to post on a back country camping trip with my nice camera, but not pull it out once on a relaxing trip to Florida. There just wasn't down time. No short moments of space to say "let me grab my camera and take a photo". Plus it was just my parents and us, and we were always water bound. No matter what part of the day it was, and Chuck doesn't like his photo taken too much and I'm not a selfie person really, so it it just sat there. Sadly. I'm only slightly disappointed with myself. But then again, a soaking wet girl tromping through the freezing cold house to grab her camera to take a picture of us swimming for ten seconds and then put it back inside just wasn't appealing. Therefore, I behold, the Charly and Krisitn phone photo dump.

   
We stopped at this little big house that had freshly picked mangos and other varieties of fruit for sale. These mangos, my gosh. They will be the best mangos you ever put in you mouth. Not stringy at all, but not mushy either. All you have to do is slip a slice into you mouth and press it between your tongue and mouth. It will slowly and juicily dissolve. Like candy.

This is how the skies welcomed us on our first day, and oh how I missed you Publix.  

We promptly gave Charly a haircut after this walk on the beach. I was against it, he was for it.

When it rains in Florida, it pours. I'm always surprised when its sprinkling in Idaho and people are all "Wow, it's coming down pretty hard." So different. 

A little bit of the Florida wildlife.  

  
Cafe Margeou easily has the most delicious food/presentation, and its located in the quaintest part of town. We went with my parents and Grandmother Hoppe.   

One last surf session, and then it was time to head home early the next morning. Charly: "Can we just kick ourselves for every time we came here and didn't surf?" Something definitely clicked this trip.

P.s. Chuck and I have been watching every surf documentary on Netflix now. We are soaking in our new love for the sport and I am in a hard withdrawal stage. I know everyone around the world is getting excited be fall is coming, but here the windows are open to let in the cool air and I'm already wearing a sweater.