Chris and I are in Naples, Florida hanging out with Jay and Kelly. The unbelievable couple that made the jewelry for our wedding have a second home here, and they’re graciously letting us take advantage of it.
Eighty-something degree weather everyday, a personal pool and hot tub in the backyard, and a ten minute drive to some gorgeous beaches has made it difficult to be disgruntled over anything.
Tip #1 learned in Florida: Don’t brag about your inability to burn— when your sun screen expired two years ago and your husband doesn’t think it’s necessary to apply any at all, the result is a lobster-red hue that’s anything but flattering and certainly painful.
Tip #2: There’s nothing glamorous about an alligator. The man at our everglades airboat ride tried relentlessly to get me to hold one, and I just.wasn’t.interested. There are few things in life that make me girlishly squeemish. Reptiles fall into that category. I held the tail, but it felt meaty and freakish, and the creature appeared unreliably calm. The “gator man” got a kick out of prodding me, but in the end he failed. The closest I got to holding it was the tail, and despite his impressive efforts, I continued to refuse to put my hand around the thing’s neck.
Three days post-burn and I’m finally able to put clothes against the rawhide on my shoulders that once felt like skin. I’m really to re-emerge into the sun today; I’m sure I’ll be back with more