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“I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth. ” ― Metamorphoses
Thank you all for your birthday wishes. I don’t feel 57 at all. Well, don’t ask my body. Sometimes it feels like 107. My mind keeps getting younger and younger.
I knew my trip to Florida would be good and I was correct. I have a lot to write about about Utah, and now about Florida, but will keep this short and write additional posts in the future.
M was the most gracious and caring host to my sister and I. I asked him not to buy anything special as we would be there for only 2 days. He didn’t listen. He had all kinds of foods that he thought we would like. He had paid attention when he was at my home, and made sure to have some of the same things waiting for us.
There were various types of coffees, bagels and popcorn for my sister. For me it was cappuccino mix, oat milk, scones, macarons and Pellegrino water. He also got prosecco, St. Germain, lemon and lime to make my sister’s favorite drink.
He also gave my sister and I a cute mug (the one above), along with a birthday card and an Amazon gift card. I love that he gave my sister and I the same amount $100.00. He has been gifting me things since I met him. In Utah he gave me an electric hairbrush when I pointed one out in a store and commented that mine was getting old. This weekend we were talking about electric toothbrushes and he had one delivered to my house.
“I was brought up to respect my elders, so now I don’t have to respect anybody.” ―
I am now very careful when talking about things. I don’t want him thinking I am hinting at him buying me stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy him wanting to make me happy by getting me stuff, but it is not necessary.
On Friday night, he picked us up at Orlando Airport. It was already late when we got to his house so we just had a drink and some cheese and crackers.
He lives in a condo, townhouse style, in a golfing community in New Smyrna Beach. He doesn’t golf. He prefers surfing.
Saturday morning we enjoyed a breakfast of bagels and croissants. We declined eggs. After, we went to the beach. It is a cool beach where one can drive the car on the beach. That was a whole new experience to me. Supposedly there are sharks in these waters. But apparently these are good sharks. Is there such a thing?
I really wanted to feel the sun, so I used sunscreen on my face only. I think that my Brazilian skin never burns. Wrong! Burned cleavage anyone? It turned out that it was one of the hottest days ever there. Lesson learned. Always use sunscreen all over.
“I see birthdays as a reward for having shown up 365 in a row. It’s like getting a badge for attendance.” ―
After the beach we stopped at a local favorite Joe’s Subs where we had fish sandwiches and burgers. Then we went home to get ready for dinner. We could have skipped lunch or dinner, but on vacation my sister and I forget all reason.
We had dinner at Norwood Restaurant and Treehouse Bar. The food was great, but the drinks were awful. We ordered too much food. That night my sister and I come to an agreement: no more ordering of appetizers when out to dinner.
We got home and watched The Whale. I fell sleep towards the end. I woke up with M and my sister wanting their money back. It was great acting by Brendan Fraser, but we didn’t really like the movie. Expectations, I guess we had too many.
“We do have funerals for the living,” Jill said. “They’re called birthday parties.” ― Hope Never Dies
On Sunday we had a late start and skipped the beach. We drove his golf cart around the complex to get a tour. Then we went to a small spiritual community called Cassadaga. It has many psychics, healers and mediums.
M knew I am interested in such things and wanted my sister and I to get a reading. It was interesting. I will be talking about the reading in a future post.
After the reading, I chose Olive Garden for lunch. I have never eaten there before. We were passing by it, and I remember a friend mentioning that he loves their tiramisu. It seemed like the perfect time to try it.
First thing we do at the restaurant? Order appetizers!! We were pleasantly surprised with the food and drinks we got. Everything was great. And the tiramisu was indeed delicious.
We got back to his house, packed and got ready to go to the airport. Our flight was delayed. There were long lines. I try not to let those things bother me. But my sister got a little stressed, worrying about getting home very late and having to get up early the next day.
As I am at the gate, I realized I didn’t have my carry-on. After being sent to different locations, I went back to the TSA screening and saw it on a table. I had to wait for an officer to inspect and then was free to go. In 40 years traveling it has never happened. I told my sister it was her fault, she got me so frazzled and made me forget. She smiled sheepishly, because she knows it is true.
“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.” ― Happy Birthday to You!
We boarded, it was a quick flight, just a little over 2 hours. Kristin Chenoweth was on my flight with her dog and her fiance. She is a tiny little thing. She was escorted to the plane first. Everyone left her alone. I am not sure a lot people recognized her.
My sister and I will be having a quiet birthday evening. I will be getting her her favorite Black Forest cake, and also the Nutella cake from Martine’s Bakery. I am thinking of getting Walter’s Hot Dogs for dinner.
When my sister and I were discussing what to have for a special dinner, we realized, once again, how blessed we are. We want for nothing.
Tomorrow I am having dinner with my friend A. Then Thursday dinner with my sister and another friend.
On Friday, guess who is boarding a flight to Florida again?
Life keeps getting better and better. So infinitely blessed and thankful!
“A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age.” ―
ps. Happy Birthday Lady Gaga!