Here we are in Florida! We are staying at NoName’s Florida house which is close to Mr. NoName’s parents.
Mr. Radish and I have not traveled together on our own for a long time and we have forgotten how long it takes to make something happen, or how much we have forgotten.
For example, we got on the plane is Seattle at 11:am and traveled to Houston. We had had a half a bagel with cream cheese for breakfast. Mr. Radish and I have a disagreement over what the food served was termed, a meal or a snack. That included a one ounce servicing of a KitKat bar, one small very small serving of salad, and a four inch warm prepackaged cheese “pizza“. I suggested to Mr.Radish, we better think about some food in Houston before our next leg because everything will be closed by the time we would get to Orlando. He said, “I can make it with the same snack we had from Seattle,” Well, I could not, but let it go. Our meal from Houston was two small packages of pretzels. I asked the steward if there was anything less salty. “No”. So I ate salt. Naturally when we got to Orlando everything was closed to where we could walk from our hotel. That was my fault as physically and psychologically it was too long. So it was trail mix for Fat Tuesday dinner for us. And lucky to have that. I can see that overriding Mr. Radish may become more important in the future.
I can not explain how it took all day to go two hours away. First, little did we know that we had to sign up for the shuttle to take us back to the airport, even though no one other customer was riding. So we wait for that. Then at the airporto we must wait for the shuttle to take us to the car rental lot. And though the shuttle comes by every 10 minutes, people on the shuttle frantically wave at us each time they drive by our pick up spot. That happened three times. “Well they had to drop some one off.” Then we get to the car rental place and one employee is Russian and does not have good English, and they other is on some slow drug. Forty five minutes later we have our car, with which we are happy.
We drive to Daytona beach, more tomorrow, and we have to find a restaurant. It is our custom not to fast food it. So that means you have to use your head as to where good restaurants might be. Mr. Radish says the beach. There are a lot of bikers on the street which is really apropos of nothing, but we do notice. We settle on an Italian restaurant that serves seafood. But then you have to find a place to park and that takes us 15 turns to get back to the parking lot behind the building, which does not look like a parking lot, so we passed it by the first time.
Are you getting the idea? The last few times when we traveled we had relatives to guide us. It is hard work to travel.
Here are the good things:
There is sun.
There is sun.
There is sun.
Mr. and Mrs. NoName have a lovely home. And if I were to move to Florida, would buy it in a minute. The furnishing are of the last six decades, and two continents.
This place in Palm Coast is full of older people who keep their yards nice and the cars in the garage. People are very friendly and in less than a day we have met the next door neighbor. I am not sure what we will do here, but I do know that I love being here. Plus when we need people to come out and play, Mr. NoName’s parents seem eager to accommodate. We will have fun.
This computer is not working well. I do intend to publish, but if I am not, it is because of technical difficulties.