As you know, Day 1 and most of Day 2 were spent in our mini-van with me gripping the dashboard in between trying to ignore my husband's driving habits. He has seen my entry from the other day and passionately denies that he speeds up when he sees brake lights. He then laughed after he made that claim.
So, here we go (click on any picture to enlarge it):
Day 3 - Melbourne Beach, Florida. Walking to the beach, Sous Chef gets a splinter the size of a redwood tree. The waves were rather large and brought out all the surfers. Great for them, but not so great for Big E, who was knocked flat on his face more than once even though he has proper training about ducking into the wave and keeping your back to the wave. He vomited salt water two different times, but immediately went back in. Sous Chef had a blast, mastered the waves immediately, and ended up with sandrash on parts of his body that should NOT experience sandrash. Ouch. I had a face plant of my own and a mouthful of water and decided resting on the beach blanket catching some rays was a much better idea.
We visited a friend of mine from high school and her family, reminisced about when she, and I and three other girlfriends went to NYC for spring break in HS. Oh, and we talked about the pros and cons of "soft" toilet paper vs. "strong" toilet paper.
Late at night on this night, we pulled into a campground and slept in our van surrounded by hundreds of other "campers" to be ready for the shuttle launch the next morning.
The Three Amigos
Cocoa Beach, Florida. The waves had calmed down quite a bit and we all spent a lot of time playing in the ocean, except Sous Chef, who prefers the stronger waves and couldn't stand the pain of the salt water on his sandrash. He had fun building sandcastles and playing in the sand.
The Jo Family at Hollywood Studios. Sous Chef took the picture, which explains his absence. He loves using the camera.
I spotted these at Animal Kingdom. Really, who wears high heels to an amusement park?