I know what you’re thinking: where have I been all your life?
Well, first there was the Chesterfield move, which took much longer than absolutely necessary, probably because there is less incentive to get everything shipshape squared away when your new house actually has enough room to function in without bothering to unpack.
Then there was this one trip we went on, to this place:
Hint: That roped-off area is a sea turtle nesting site, and we were delighted by the lack of tar balls.
No, not Blackpool: Florida Gulf Coast! We decided that it was about time to embrace our Britishness and vacation to Florida, like every single British person ever, even those who have never managed to make it so far as Scotland.
The real reason is that Stephan’s cousin had a Birmingham wedding we just couldn’t miss, after which all of the family who weren’t on their personal honeymoon(s) decamped to Seaside for a few days.
And we finished up with a layover at JFK that we spent in Manhattan, mostly trying to eat this wee little sandwich:
I figured since I was in New York, I should take the opportunity to have my annual Reuben. I did not expect the above Wad O’ Meat. Yes, it was delicious, despite the unnaturally colored Thousand Island, and no, I did not manage to eat all of it. More like half of the “sandwich” (I promise there’s bread under there) and maybe 12 fries.
I think I’m still digesting.
