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The best laid plans of mice and men…(cue Pam here for the rest – and Pam, this is a family blog – so don’t add in OUR version!)….
Everything is well, all is fine, but we are not in Virginia, as planned. We are in Highland Park. As in New Jersey. As in, home. Here’s how it all happened (now cue weird music, and fade to blur):
When I last blogged, we were in Greensboro, North Carolina. And the answer to last night’s trivia: The Biltmore, in Ashville(good job, Marsha G!). We had to cut our campfire short, and return to our air conditioning, due to the heat and the bugs. There was no cable, as I am sure you remember, and the internet connection we had was not good at all. So, at about 11 pm, it was lights out. At about 10 pm, we each wanted to take a shower. Now, there’s a very important part of our camping experience that I just haven’t included in the blog. So here’s a laugh. The water heaters that are found in many RVs are flawed, at best. They hold 6 gallons of water when working optimally. Ours is far from optimal. (What’s the opposite of optimal? Pesimal? There’s your trivia!!) In fact, this entire trip, I believe we have had no more than 10 minutes of hot water. Total. When traveling in the south, in July, the water was always warm. And since we were so warm, a cool shower was not a big deal. Last night, however, we both took ICE COLD showers. And that was NOT our choice. So, no entertainment, ice cold showers – and then, this morning, Rich had some issues with the sewer. It was tolerable, but could adequately be entitled, “Yuch”. We were on the road by 9 a.m. We were targeting to be at our last RV park by 1 pm. At about 10:30, Rich turned to me and said, “Hey, what if we just blow off the last stop? We can be home by a reasonable time tonight.” I was very confused. We don’t often deviate from the itinerary we set for ourselves. He went on to explain that camping in this weather is impossible. So, we spend the entire time inside. That’s fine, in and of itself. However, at our last stop, there was no cable, and internet is always questionable, and another cold shower-not so much, and a campfire or sitting outside was going to be impossible. Plus, we had a 5+ hour drive to get home on Friday. So, I gave it some thought, and considered the offer. IF we drove straight home, after a RIDICULOUSLY LONG DRIVE, I could have air conditioning, cable, internet, a warm, even hot shower- and no real driving on Friday. Rich really wanted to just get home, and since he was driving every single mile (not to mention the fact that he is Mr. Sewer-emptier), it wasn’t really up to me to say no. Thursday’s new destination: New Jersey.
We got in the car at 9 am. We arrived at our house…at 8:15 p.m. Oy vey, was it a long drive. Almost 12 hours in the car – with several short breaks along the way. We hit traffic, as expected, around the Baltimore/Washington D.C. area. An important note: visitor centers and rest stops in Virginia were spotless and welcoming. And somewhere in the midst of the traffic, we got a phone call from son Judah, telling us that we lost power at our house. What? Are you kidding? We are driving ALL DAY to get home to a sauna???? I must be honest – I freaked out. I was brainstorming alternate plans, places to plug in the trailer, places to crash for the night. Suffice it to say, I wasn’t a fun passenger. Here, however, is a POSITIVE to 12 hours of travel…some time over the Delaware, the power returned. Thank you, Lord!
And so it is, a quarter past 8, we shlepped up to our home. Our overgrown weeds and limp flowers greeted us with a weak smile. Our hometown looks just as it looked when we left it. Hmmm. And so, we have completed another summer journey. The jury is still out as to whether we will make one last run before the summer is through. We’ll let you know. We want to again thank our family in Florida and Georgia for their entertainment and unbelievable hospitality. I also want to thank everyone who read, commented, and laughed along with us on the blog. I truly love writing it; wish it could be my full time job. And that’s for real. So, for now, we will see you – around town, around Facebook, or just around.
And it’s back to life, back to reality. Enjoy every day. Laugh every day. And smile.
Marla and Rich

Ham Porter: Hey, Smalls, you wanna s’more?
Smalls: Some more of what?
Ham Porter: No, do you wanna s’more?
Smalls: I haven’t had anything yet, so how can I have some more of nothing?
Ham Porter: You’re killing me Smalls! These are s’more’s stuff! Alrite now pay attention. First you take the graham, you stick the chocolate on the graham. Then you roast the ‘mallow. When the ‘mallows flaming… you stick it on the chocolate. Then cover with the other end. Then you scarf. Kind of messy, but good! ……….

The above conversation is from? – Yes, of course, the Sandlot! And it begins tonight’s post in honor of the first – and only – campfire of this entire trip. So we’ll start at the end. We are in Greensboro, North Carolina, and it’s a sweaty 83 degrees right now, at 9 pm. However, we wanted to guarantee at least one bonfire this summer, and this campground may not have much (!), but it has stone fire rings. So we took advantage. Rich made a small fire, and we toasted marshmellows and shared a s’more. Fulfilled.

The blog title is from “The Lazy Song”, by Bruno Mars, and is one of my very favorite songs. I think I’ll begin each class with this song in September – just to “bond” with my clients! The song also describes how I feel today. I don’t know if it’s the heat, but boy, am I exhausted! And yes, Rich Zirin fans, you are sooo right, I have NO reason to be tired, as I didn’t drive a mile! I know, I know. What can I say? We spent six long hours traveling today from Georgia to here. Thankfully, at no time during the journey were we sitting in traffic. However, as everyone in the United States knows, we are in the middle of a heat wave, and it just must have gotten to me. There was nothing interesting on the drive up – no inappropriate spa ads, no dirty bathrooms, nothing. As a matter of fact, when we pulled in to our campground, there was nothing interesting to look at here, either. We did use the pool – it was clean and refreshing. This RV Park had the right location. That was the selling point. Unfortunately, it does not have cable. Again, I recognize that I am a television junkie. I am in withdrawal. Well, ya can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Especially one that’s really old. And who finds herself spending the night in Greensboro.
When we left Georgia this morning, we thanked Talia for her hospitality. We had a great visit in Hot-lanta. And, to make our goodbye all that more special, her “kitty” Booger (who’s gotta weigh 30 pounds!) coughed up a very special furball for us – among other stuff. Gee, thanks. Let’s see…fur- balls from the cat in Georgia, and poopie presents (more than one) from the dog in Florida….I think we’ll keep the trailer as our pet, thanks!
Trivia answer was easy from yesterday – CNN stands for Cable News Network. Pam B. and Melissa F. win. Today’s trivia question: North Carolina is home to the largest private house in the world, with over 250 rooms. What is it called, and exactly where is it located?
Here are some pictures from the beginning of our day. Stay cool.
Marla

The Beatles wrote and sang the lyric from the above song, “A Day In the Life”. We didn’t read the news today…we toured the news.
We got to sleep late at Talia’s this morning…around 9:00!! It was an easy, non rush morning. We got the chance to talk to Talia’s boyfriend, Thomas. He works the overnight shift at Tyson. First of all, I can’t figure out how ANYONE works that shift. More power to you! Second, we learned a whole bunch of technical info regarding compressors and things I can’t even pronounce, much less spell. How can anyone troubleshoot big technical problems at 3 in the morning? I don’t get it. Thomas, originally from Ohio, but a Georgian for many, many years, has a very strong Georgia “drawl”. The next time you talk to Rich, ask him to do the Georgia drawl – it’s dead on and hysterical. And they say people from Jersey have an accent!!
Around noon, we drove off to meet Talia, and hit “Hot-lanta” for the day. And it lived up to its name, at about 94 humid degrees. Talia researched the area restaurants for a nice Kosher place to eat, and she found a GEM in “FuegoMundo”. PHENOMENAL!! FuegoMundo is a “South American Wood Fire Grill” restaurant. It is so different and so tasty, so reasonable and so varied – I can’t stop thinking about it! If you are ever in the Atlanta area, you MUST try this place. It’s an “ideal place for meat-lovers, vegetarians, and vegans! All Entreés and Sides are naturally GLUTEN-FREE, DAIRY-FREE, and all Sides are 100% VEGAN. The Fish, Tofu and Veggies are grilled separately from the meats and chicken. Many Vegan-Friendly, Kosher-Friendly, Kid-Friendly, Low-Fat and Organic Options. All proteins are Natural and Kosher.” You can’t beat that. Rich and Talia were in heaven as well. We waddled out (!), and headed off to the heart of the city.
Today’s adventure was a tour at the CNN Building. This was excellent as well. There was no waiting, and it was cool and comfortable. The tour was a 55 minute guided walking tour, with many views of the actual studios and offices behind the scenes. I was really engaged in this multi-media, multi-sensory experience. The walking was slow and very reasonable. And, the price: $15.00. Super deal, and super interesting. So glad we decided to explore CNN for the day. Trivia for today: Real easy – what does CNN stand for?
We left CNN, and went to Centennial Olympic Park, which is basically across the street. It’s a beautiful park, in the center of the hustle and bustle of Atlanta. We really enjoyed watching the kids (and their parents!) running in and out of the water in the “Fountain of Rings”. There are many statues and dedications and remnants of the 96 Olympics. A great, fee-LESS find in the heart of the city. Oh, and I have to mention, parking in the city cost us four dollars. Four dollars!!! We can’t get 30 minutes in some places up north for four dollars! Good deal.
Since we had such a delicious and big lunch, we decided to downplay dinner. After much thought…breakfast for dinner! Great call. And now, I am blogging, and Rich and Talia are watching a thriller, suspense, “thinking” movie. I, happily, am not. We are coming to the end of our stay in Georgia, and to the end of an outstanding vacation. As all our vacations do, the “step” back into reality is fast and furious. We are already starting a to do list of what has to be done upon our return. I hate reality!
Trivia answer from yesterday: The three products advertised over and over again on I-75 in Georgia were three “P’s”; they were pecans, peanuts, and peaches. My Mom got a 33%, as she guessed pecans. They advertise all different products with those items. And now I have a question for all of you. Can you tell us what boiled peanuts are all about? What makes them different from regular peanuts? We’d appreciate the info, as we are too fat to buy another food item. I hope we don’t have to go to any of the “weigh stations” along the road!!
Enjoy some of the pictures from the past few days.
Marla

We’re movin on up…up the coast. Tonight we are safely in Lawrenceville, Georgia, enjoying a visit with Rich’s sister Talia. We haven’t been here since our last RV trip through Georgia – so it’s nice to be back. Today’s blog title song is “Rainy Night in Georgia” – from the seventies. Several different artists covered it. Google it – after about a minute, you’ll recognize the tune.
We left Florida at about 9:30 this morning, after a fantastic visit with Uncle Augie. And we arrived here at….5 pm. Whew! Long, long trip (I only fell asleep twice!) We took I-75 straight up. For those of you traveling, it’s a great road. There are lots and lots of interesting billboards to keep your attention. The scenery alongside the road is pretty as well. The only part that I didn’t enjoy were the “pit stops”. I haven’t mentioned it yet in this year’s blog entries, but when traveling, it is inevitable that public restrooms are a reality. On our trip across the country in ’09, everything was spotless WEST of Pennsylvania. This year, all the way down on I-95, we found clean, hygienic rest rooms. Today was the first one that I would call “iffy”. So that’s a pretty good track record.
Trivia answer from yesterday was given correctly by friend and colleague Jen P. – The British Open was won by Darren Clarke of Ireland. Today’s trivia: on the drive from Florida through Georgia, 3 products for which Georgia is known were constantly advertised on billboards. “Buy here!” “Buy here!” “Turn here!” So what were those 3 products? Answer tomorrow.
I have one more word about billboards….I just can’t bypass this one. We saw, REPEATEDLY, advertisements for “SPAS” – ALLLLL along I-75. “Asian Spas”, “American Spas”, “Brazilian Spas”, “Sauna”….really? So many Spas? Or, could it just be, that “Spa” is a code word for….something else. Additionally, every “Spa” sign added, “Truckers welcome!” Don’t ya just picture truckers getting off the road to go to a “spa”??!! That was a new one on us!
So, other than a few pit stops on the road, and several intriguing signs, the ride was uneventful. We arrived here ahead of schedule. The traffic in and around Atlanta was bad, but it was a very small part of our journey. Rich dropped me off at a local Nail Salon for an emergency fix on a broken and uncomfortable nail. After unhitching in Talia’s driveway, he could relax. It was a long drive for Rich; just chilling for awhile at Talia’s was great. We also had to reacquaint ourselves with the other important members of the family, Talia’s two cats. Boy, dogs in Plantation and cats in Lawrenceville – interesting. We went out for a bite to eat (6 thumbs up for the Georgia Diner!), and then caught a movie. Here is where the song title comes in — out of nowhere, we were caught in a downpour. The drops on the windshield were huge – I was glad Talia was driving and not I. So what was the movie, you ask? “Horrible Bosses”, I answer. And, in my own opinion…HYSTERICAL!!! I thought the writing was great, the acting was good, and the plot very funny. When I go to a movie, and I laugh OUT LOUD, and often, that’s a winner in my book. In addition, if you have ever, in your life, had a boss who made your life miserable…you can relate. And, since I have been working at some job or another since I was fifteen, (that’s 36 years, everyone), I can relate. That’s many jobs, in many settings. The language was rough, but used quite well! A great night out for the three of us. Tomorrow will be another adventure, Georgia style.
G’night all.
Marla

Really?

No, everyone, we didn’t drive all the way to California. But, we ARE in Beverly Hills, Florida. Yeah, I know…it’s not on our map either. But we’re here! And it’s lovely. We are at Angela and Augie’s “compound” in Central Florida. Although not an RV resort – it is the most magnificent home where Rich’s Aunt and Uncle live…sometimes. Built on a golf course (I think the third hole!), it has beautiful flowers, trees and plants, a gorgeous built in pool/jacuzzi, MANY, MANY rooms of all different sizes and shapes, the world’s largest bathroom (you should see the shower!) — oh, and most important, the most hospitable hosts since….since our East Coast hosts!! (Ya don’t want to insult family ever!) Unc prepared a beautiful seafood dinner, after which Rich took a dip in the pool, and I “tried out” the hammock. I think I tried it out for about an hour. “Me gusta la hamaca mucho!” I think this will be my new birthday request! After dinner, old family friends came over, and we listened with amazement at old stories of…mischief. My, they got away with murder. I can’t even repeat some of the stories…I feel the police are still on the lookout for the culprits!
We will only get to spend a night in Beverly Hills. We have to hit the road tomorrow morning, if we intend to get home by Friday. We wish it could have been a longer stay. It is so serene and gorgeous here. It makes COMPLETE sense to move OUT of Jersey and into this area!!! I’m telling you, Rich and I are more disenchanted with Jersey with each passing mile. I’ll say it again – we aren’t moving. But we suuurrre want to.
The answer to yesterday’s trivia question was “Henry”. No one got it, but friend Nate’s dad did go to school with the actor who played Henry. Very cool. Today’s trivia: In honor of us being on the “third hole”, what is the name of the Golf Tournament that ended today, and who won? And where is that person from? That’s 3 trivia questions in one!
Today’s drive here, from Naples, was only about 4 hours. It was a very easy, pretty ride. Tomorrow, we will be DOUBLING our drive time. Gotta go to bed, so I can keep my eyes open in the car. Catch you tomorrow.
Marla

So, on Friday morning we hitched up the trailer and set out from our location in Homestead, Fl and headed west to our next stop, Naples, Fl. This was going to be our first trip to the west coast of Florida since Mikaela was still in utero! We were very happy to be leaving Homestead. It wasn’t exactly what we expected. The ridiculous bugs withstanding, it was not a great place to relax. It was a bit too urban for our camping pleasure. The trip took us onto the Tamiami Trail, which begins in Miami at a location that many refer to as Calle Ocho (8th Street to all you non-Spanish speakers). It is an interesting road, filled with alligator attractions, panther crossings, the Miccosukee Indian Casino, and rest stops that sell alligator entrees. We even saw several “gators” swimming along the canal on the side of the road as we traveled. It is only a 2 lane highway, but it was actually an easy drive.
We arrived at our RV Park in Naples early in the afternoon, before lunch. So, after unhitching the car, we took off to explore and get some lunch. We found a coupon in our arrival packet for a free appetizer at a place called Mel’s Diner. I was very excited to go there for lunch. Imagine my surprise when we arrived at Mel’s and I didn’t find Flo, Vera, Alice, OR MEL! It was a great disappointment. We did, however decide to stay. Our free appetizer turned out to be fried pickle chips. That is right! I said fried pickle chips! They were DELICIOUS! We both loved them. The diner is a franchise which has restaurants scattered around the south. The atmosphere in the diner was classic 50’s diner, with tons of memorabilia and autographed photos of celebrities all over the walls. The food was excellent, the service superb, and the prices were great. Mel’s Diner gets our recommendation, even without the regular staff.
After lunch it was time to explore the beachfront of Naples. We just started to drive around. We ended up in a very exclusive looking neighborhood, with gated communities and luxury townhouses, all situated on an inlet to the Gulf of Mexico. We didn’t stay long, because it appeared that there were security vehicles watching us. It was time to go to an area that regular poor folks like us would be better received. We found one of the entrances to the beaches along the Gulf. The beach was riddled with shells. Everywhere you looked, shells. You could have filled a jar in less than a minute with pretty souvenirs from the water. There were lightly rolling waves and the water was warm. If we had more time, it would have been a great place to put down and soak up some sun. It was, however, time for us to head back to the RV park and get ready for Shabbos (for all those who are confused, that’s The Sabbath). We made a quick stop at our Florida staple, Publix, and bought a few necessities – berries, challah, milk, rainier cherries, wine coolers, etc… – you know, just the necessities to get through the next couple of days.
The RV Park we are at is absolutely stunning. Beautifully landscaped, quiet, clean, and filled with Class A rigs and friendly people. We made dinner, sat outside and enjoyed the surroundings, and got to sleep relatively early. All in all it was an excellent day.
We awoke in the morning to a knock at our door. This is very unusual and Marla was a bit frightened. It turned out that one of our “neighbors” was just letting us know that our water hose had burst and was flooding the area. I ran outside and shut the water. Tragedy averted. A trip to WalMart later (1/2 a mile down the street), $10 for a new fresh water hose, and 30 seconds to connect the new hose and we were as good as new. We ate breakfast, read, Marla took a nap, I read some more, and at about noon I made her get up and go to the pool. The pool here was a bit smaller than to what we have become accustomed, but it was very nice. The water was almost as warm as the air (92 degrees) and was very relaxing. We spent about 45 minutes having a very nice conversation with a couple who was also in the water. They were both from Canada, but have been US citizens for 40 years. The people that we have met while camping are some of the nicest people this country has to offer. Everyone could learn a lesson in kindness and courtesy from taking a camping trip away from the hustle and bustle of the Northeast.
After a couple of hours at the pool, the sky clouded up and it was time to get out of the water. We headed back to the trailer and sat under our awning, reading and eating lunch. The skies opened up and a torrential downpour started. We were shielded from the rain and sat in amazement as buckets of water poured off our awning (any seasoned camper will tell you that as long as your awning is set on an angle, the water will run right off) and flooded the road around us. The temperature cooled and it was really pleasant to sit and relax outside without the bright sun pounding down on your skin. A short while later it was time for another nap. All that reading and eating got us very tired. Apparently I slept longer than Marla. When I rose from my slumber, the clock read 6:15. PM!!! We cleaned up the trailer a bit, read some more, and just rested. That is, after all, what today is supposed to be for – right?
At about 9:10 we headed out for a quick trip back to Naples Pier. It looked like a nice spot to go and visit during the day. Tonight, however, it was cloudy, it was lightening, and it was really dark on the pier. Marla didn’t want to walk all the way out and I didn’t think it was worth fighting to go the extra 50 yards out to see ABSOLUTELY NOTHING in the darkness. We had a nice moment or two and then returned to our car. We drove down 5th Ave. This is apparently THE PLACE TO BE in Naples at night. There were tons of restaurants, cafes, bars, and high end stores. Marla started to drool, so I high tailed it out of there. It would be a nice place to come back to when we have the time. Next trip!
Tomorrow it is on to my Uncle Augie’s house in North Florida and then it is on to my sister Talia’s in Lawrenceville, GA. Our trip is coming to an end (SAD FACE ).
A quick shout out to Marsha G. for getting the last trivia question. The three ingredients of Key Lime Pie are key lime juice, sweetened condensed milk, and eggs. There is a fourth ingredient, without which it really would be pie – the graham pie crust.
On to today’s trivia question: What was the name of the telephone repairman who always sat at the counter on the television show, “Alice”? Tune in for the next blog to see the answer. By the way, the title of today’s blog is our personal hommage to “Alice” – it is the theme song. And all because of Mel’s Diner.
Happy reading,

Rich (Marla appreciated the night off!)

When we travel, each of us has one or two “definites” that we want to do or to see. Rich definitely wanted to snorkel in the Florida Keys. I definitely did not. I have tons of trouble with breathing in the water while swimming, and the whole snorkel/mask idea does not work with me. I can swim, so it’s not that. I’m also not that fond of boating and the rocking motion. So, I have to admit that I was less than thrilled when we were on our way to a snorkeling adventure Thursday morning, at 8 a.m. These adventures have two options; people can pay to snorkel, or pay to ride along. Rich agreed to let me just come along for the ride. That was our compromise.
We arrived on time, and waited to board the vessel. Rich and I had taken 2 Dramamine each – just in case. The other “snorkel-ees” were of all ages, sizes, and types, little children and grandparents, and speaking many different languages. We were helped onto the boat by Captain Ken and First Mate Matt, and we took off into the green blue Atlantic Ocean.
There are no “horror stories” here, and there is nothing for me to make more dramatic than it was. Matt explained everything in great detail that we would need to know about snorkeling, and gave each individual their gear. The ride out to the reef was about 15 minutes or so, and the cool breeze felt great. I do want to mention that the sun was so bright and so hot, that it almost hurt. I remained in the shaded area of the boat as much as possible. We stopped, dropped anchor, and everyone got into the water.
The views from the boat were spectacular. I did not take our camera, as it isn’t water proof, so I have nothing to show you. The water was clear enough to see straight down, and the sky was bright blue. To see Key Largo from this vantage point was so special. I was the only one not snorkeling, but no one bothered me or made me feel uncomfortable. I had a great conversation with first mate Matt about his being in this line of work. He’s been a first mate for over 16 years. He admitted that he will never be a millionaire in this line of work. “But,” he said with a smile, “look around you, because THIS is my office!” He stated so well that we all make tradeoffs. This was his. He chose beauty and fun instead of wealth and prestige. That was his choice. It was a simple statement, but for me, as you can imagine, one that was very powerful. By this time, the Dramamine had completely kicked in, and I was calm, reflective and relaxed. I’m thinking about taking it instead of my daily vitamin.
Soon after the passengers hit the water, the first few flunkees came back to the boat. They had trouble, I guess, with their breathing/swimming/mask/exhaustion/hangovers. I was never alone for any length of time. Other than the fact that I was not snorkeling and they were, there was one additional area where we definitely differed. I must have been the only other person (along with Rich) who did NOT have any “body art”. “Body art” is the PC term for tattoo. I don’t get it – I just don’t see the attraction. Almost every passenger had a bible verse, or a picture, or a name – or all 3 – inked into every part of their bodies. For me, the reason to not have one is easy – it’s against what I believe religiously. And, I am also against voluntary pain! Let me tell you, I appear to be in the minority. Tattoo parlors are the place to be these days.
Rich returned to the boat to take a break, and drain some of the Atlantic out of his sinuses. He had taken many pictures with an underwater camera, and said the reef and the fish were unbelievably beautiful. After a brief rest, he and the other passengers went back out. I went into the ocean, to cool down. How refreshing and beautiful it felt! But I have to say, that the “slight current” that they warned about made it impossible to just float in place… I was constantly treading water to stay where I needed to be. Some of the others handed in their gear and were jumping off the side of the boat – having a blast. Again, their sizes and ages did not seem to matter. There was plenty of entertainment for all.
Before I knew it, the adventure came to end. Rich had had a spectacular experience. The only drawback seemed to be the gallons of water that he felt up his nose. We were on land again after a very quick ride back to shore. I didn’t feel water logged or dizzy at all, and I am very glad we went. As we were “de-boating”, a French speaking passenger had left his shirt on the railing, by accident. Another passenger retrieved it. She said, “Parlez-vous francais? – You left your shirt on the boat!” Well, nice try on her part. The young Frenchman replied in a thick accent, “Thank you very much.” The woman, proud of her communication skills, continued, “I don’t speak much French….”Voulez vous couche avec moi?”!!! (Use your imagination here.) I did not look into the eyes of the man – I just couldn’t. Some people just can’t leave well enough alone.
We got in the car and headed for Harry Harris Park, a small beach that friend Gary recommended. It was less than ten minutes away. Everything was great – the distance, the parking and, once again, the fee – free! The major difference between these beaches and those in New Jersey are the size – these are such small beaches. Although we are in the Florida Keys, surrounded completely by water, each individual “beach” is kept small, spotless, and intimate. Again, there were about 30 or 40 people, if that many. This “sand” was more crushed rock than sand, so beach walking was a bit uncomfortable. The small white beach looked out onto what I can best describe as a lagoon, a la “The Little Mermaid”! A rocked off area, only 2 or 3 feet in depth, provided a pool like arena for little children, relaxing adults, and young “snorkelers”. This was PERFECT for young children, as it was a “pool” within the ocean. Just beyond the rocks, there were fishermen and women, jet ski fanatics, more experienced snorkelers, and boaters going by. We ate lunch under the palm trees, and went into nap mode. We had such a relaxing, perfect vacation day. This one will be remembered for quite a while.
Later that afternoon, we came back to the RV and made dinner. Rich took advantage of the Key Lime juice that I bought, and marinated some chicken with the juice and some white wine. Yum. He also barbequed some other chicken with a spice rub. Again, delicious. We don’t have to cook again for a few days. We went to bed very early last night – and that explains why I am posting this morning. Sea and sun just exhaust me. I’m not dehydrated, as I was earlier this week. Just tired. And possibly, just old!
In a few hours, we will be leaving the east coast of Florida, and heading west. The Keys were magical; we could definitely come back again! The last trivia question was answered correctly by my Mom – the “Bal Harbor Shoppes” is the posh, exclusive mall only one block away from our old vacation home in Surfside. It’s a great mall to visit, as we could afford to buy NOTHING. Good job, Mom! Today’s trivia: What are the 3 main ingredients in a key lime pie, other than the crust? Once again, for YOUR benefit, readers, we tried a piece of Key Lime Pie -in the name of research. And, oh, my…if we lived down here and ate it regularly, we would be the shape of a Key Lime – rotund!!! It is very, very good. (And yes, Ron, I got you a piece or two.)
Listen, Happy Birthday to my brother Alan, who turns an age 5 years younger than me today. I know you’re younger…but, you’re still old. Have a great day!
Marla

Hello from Homestead! Eh? NOT my favorite location. In fact, the next time we visit the Sunshine State…we will bypass Homestead. So WHY are we here? Because, Homestead was about the best place for us to base ourselves, if we wanted to visit our old vacation home in Surfside, and if we wanted to visit some of the places in Key Largo. The plan looked good on paper! The RV Park here has no cable, and the internet connection works best from the front seat of our car!! It is a bit cramped to type that way! Oh well, whatever.
So this morning, we begrudgingly left Marathon, and headed North. It appeared that there were some beautiful beaches along the highway in Islamorada (named as such because it appeared “purple” from a distance – a purple island…isla morada). We drove through Key Largo as well, where we will return tomorrow. It appeared to us that Key Largo is very different from Key West. Key Largo had beaches and piers and docks off the Overseas Highway. There were stores and businesses along the main drag. But, unlike Key West, it is not a tourist “walking” place to go. There are some restaurants and bars (of course!), but the main attractions in Key Largo take place on, in and around the water. We continued up to Homestead (feh!), parked and set up – and left again!
Our first stop was to our favorite store….let’s hear it…Super Walmart! Of course, what would a camping trip be without it? This Walmart was in the heart of Homestead…..yeah. We left, and drove back down to Key Largo. An old family friend was “in the neighborhood” – and we arranged a meet and greet at the only Starbucks for miles!! It was so good seeing Gary again – and actually in person, and not just on Facebook! Gary is a Florida Keys Expert – and gave us some leads on great activities to do in the area. While we were talking to Gary, 3 “neighbors” from the Marathon RV Park pulled up – and recognized Rich! They talked to us like we were old friends! Why were they an hour north? – I TOLD you – that was the only Starbucks for miles! Funny. After about an hour, we said goodbye to Gary, and let him get back to his amazing vacation.
We headed North, again, but this time we were going to Miami. As we got on the road, the skies got darker and darker and….we were caught in a downpour. It is very hard to drive when you are unfamiliar with the road, and you can’t SEE the road either. And, the drivers in Florida are OUT OF THEIR MINDS!!! Suffice it to say, it was a VERY long drive to our destination. We drove into the Miami area, near the Fountainbleu and the Eden Roc hotels. There was a restaurant that we remembered from years ago, and we were praying that it was still in existence. To our amazement, it was! The restaurant is called “The Pita Hut”, and years ago we had the most amazing middle eastern food there. Think Shawarma, Laffa, Pita, Humus, Tehina, Shnitzel….that’s the cuisine we were craving. By the time we got there, they were out of Shawarma and Laffa. Boo! When all was said and done, the food was still delicious. That must be said. However, in the name of honesty, the service was AWFUL. The “ambience”….sorta sucked – and we were less than thrilled that we schlepped over an hour for a disappointing experience. Hey, Pita Hut – you could’ve done much better.
The other reason for our journey into Miami was to take a trip down memory lane. When I was a teenager, back in 1973 (oh my G-d – ’73!), my grandparents owned a condo on Collins Avenue. I spent a few vacations with them, and made ever lasting memories. Years and years later, Rich, Mikaela and I spent several fantastic summers vacationing at the condo, and loving every minute in Surfside. We just had to go back. So, after dinner, Rich maneuvered Miami traffic – which is as horrific as New York City – and we ended up at the corner of 95th Street and Collins Avenue. We walked up to the Surfside Towers, and asked the doorman if we could come in and look around. He was such a nice gentleman, and let us in without question. The Surfside Towers looks THE SAME – spotless and beautiful and shiny. I told the doorman how wonderful it was to see how well the building was kept. He thanked us. It was great to see that some things can be maintained as they were in the past. I could feel my grandmother smiling down at me. We walked around on Harding Avenue, a block away, and took note of the businesses that were still there, the new ones that popped up, and unfortunately, the store fronts that were no longer in business. It seems that the Surfside area has more upscale restaurants and shops, but fewer “ma and pa” establishments. It was hopping with regulars and tourists, even at 10:00 at night. We ended our trip with a stop at Publix – and got on the “people mover”. That’s an escalator without stairs! It’s the laziest thing I have ever seen – and I have only seen it at the Surfside Publix! We left with fond memories – and groceries! – and headed back to Homestead. I knew my Grandma was smiling, and looking at me. My Grandpa was smiling, too – but he was looking at new cars. (Old family joke – I couldn’t resist. My Grandfather was obsessed with new cars. He would trade his cars in when the ashtrays got dusty. No joke. Ah, family.)
So, the title song, “Surfin’ Safari” is dedicated to Surfside. That’s the best I could do with limited internet service. Yesterday’s trivia was answered correctly by new friend Leslie K. The name came about by the railroad workers who were working night and day to complete the railway – due to the unrelenting pace and struggle to complete the project, many of the workers complained that “this [the project] is getting to be a real “Marathon”. Today’s trivia is from our trip tonight: What is the name of the posh, upscale mall that is just one block away from the community of Surfside? Rich and I got iced coffee and biscotti there once – and it cost over $15.00! Answer tomorrow.
Goodnight from Homestead.
Marla

Gary and I. And Rich (behind the camera). And Starbucks.

Apparently, the above song is from “Me and My Gal”, but I know it, of course, from the “I Love Lucy” episode that I have seen about 4,000 times. The whole gang puts on a show from the “Old Days” – really old days, like the roaring 20′s – and sings this song to a beach backdrop. But, as usual, I digress.
Rich and I went to explore a small, local beach that was a 10 minute drive from our “front” door. In Marathon, nothing is much more than a 10 minute drive from anything else. Sombrero Beach is a small, FREE, little strip of heaven. It looks like a scene from an old “50′s movie, where people are stranded on a deserted island. It has pure white sand, palm trees on the beach, and blue-green clear calm water. We were 2 of only about 30 people on the entire beach. It is small, but so special. Rich “tanned” himself, and went swimming, and just loved the relaxation. I was under my 50 SPF umbrella, wearing my 30 SPF sunscreen, reading my book. I went shell hunting, and wading in once or twice. We were both doing what we love to do. Rich has been dying to get to “the beach”. You know, you can take the kid out of the beach, but…. We had great weather, and the sea breeze helped make the heat index of 100 or so a little better.
About 2 blocks from Sombrero Beach, we found Marathon High School and Middle School. It was in a huge complex, very modern and pretty. Now THIS would be a place to teach! Can you imagine – teachers who are reading this – that after a particularly DIFFICULT teaching day, you drive 2 blocks, and unwind at the ocean. THAT would most definitely lower my blood pressure!
After a few hours on the beach, we needed to get back in the air conditioning. On the way home, we “investigated” a small, private community by the name of “Key Colony”. Beautiful homes, right on the ocean lined the streets. Rich also found a 9-hole golf course. Bingo – I KNEW there was a reason we shlepped those clubs from Jersey! We made one more stop – in the name of research. EVERYTHING down here is “Key Lime…” something. So, for YOUR BENEFIT, READERS, we FORCED ourselves to buy some products to test out, and comment here. First up, was an “Original Key Lime Pie Bar”. This is a semi-frozen piece of Key Lime Pie, covered in chocolate (like Magic Shell), on a stick. YUMM-O!! So, if you are considering trying one, we vote two thumbs up. And, you’re welcome.
We got back to our “home”, and after eating a delicious wrap that Rich prepared (did I mention he is the best chef EVER!), I went to sleep. I was still a bit blown away by the Key West dehydration (that’s what I had), and a nap was in order. Rich went back to the 9-hole course, and played a bit of golf. We both went to the pool after that. This life is awesome!
This evening, we got back to reality – did some laundry, made some phone calls, and sent some emails. The weather reports on every newscast discuss the oppressive heat wave that has taken hold of the country. Today was very, very hot here, and I preferred indoors to out for latter part of the day. This evening has not cooled down very much, which finds us blogging indoors. Tomorrow we leave this paradise, and head back north – but not too far. This RV Park is far and above our FAVORITE RV Park to date. We calculated that this is our 38th RV Park. To be number 1, they have to be pretty spectacular. And they definitely are. Spotless, gorgeous, convenient,…pretty much perfect. We would DEFINITELY come back here again. They call it paradise…and it really, really is. So, a “shout out” to the “Grassy Key RV Park and Resort” – you rock.
Trivia from yesterday: WHY would the speed change from 55 mph to 45 mph – and 35 mph AT NIGHT – through a particular part of Big Pine Key? The answer: wandering and endangered Key miniature Deer that dot the sides of the road – and sometimes, the middle of it as well. These deer are protected, and there are many signs telling you to beware and slow down. This part of Big Pine Key is named, in their honor, Deer Key. We saw 3 or 4 deer along the side of the road. They are about the size of a greyhound dog. We did not have any close calls, thank goodness. Okay, today’s trivia question: Why do they call THIS Key Marathon Key? Answer tomorrow.
Enjoy the heat.
Marla

Kool and the Gang must have been in the Keys in July when they wrote the above song. Oy vey, hot! This entry will be 2 days in one – because I am just about recovered from our wild day and night in Key West.
So, let’s back up a day. Rich and I packed up a few things and headed south, towards Key West. It is about a 1 and a half hour ride from Marathon, on (in?) Grassy Key. We had to cross 7 mile bridge, which was a bit scary for me. The Overseas Highway that runs the length of the Keys is a 2 or 4 lane highway, depending on where you are. On the 7 mile bridge, it’s 4 lanes, so I didn’t have to hold my breath as much as I thought. Here’s today’s trivia question: WHY would the speed change from 55 mph to 45 mph – and 35 mph AT NIGHT – through a particular part of Big Pine Key?
After arriving around 11 a.m., we realized that this would be a big walking day. One of us (the OLDER one!) didn’t realize exactly how much walking we would do! We parked the car in an all day lot for $10.00. Those of you familiar with a Sunday at the Jersey shore, or a day in New York City know that $10.00 for all day parking is a decent price. Rich had read that there was a walking “Pelican” tour around Key West which visited all the “famous” places. Walking tours have worked well for us in the past, so we were game.
Well, this walking tour had many stops. Unfortunately, we found most of them uninteresting, insignificant…in other words, boring. The map that accompanied the free walking tour (the map cost a dollar) was hard to read, and in some instances, just plain wrong. After way too long, we ditched the Pelican tour, and just went exploring.
We were craving coffee. I was craving a clean rest room. This led us to a spotless Yogurt place next to Starbucks (no, Starbucks did NOT have a bathroom). Rich and I went to the “Serve yourself” yogurt station, filled up a cup, put on a few toppings, and went to pay….and had a heart attack when the bill was $21.75!!! We spent almost $22.00 for yogurt! I guess we have to figure in the cost of a clean bathroom as well.
In Key West, there are hundreds of little shops for all the tourists. We traversed back and forth down Duval Street, the main drag. We were headed to the town square, Mallory Square, on the docks of the Gulf of Mexico. Once we reached the Gulf side, and found a little beach and some shells, what did we have to do but….go and see the Ocean side! This would CLEARLY have been better accomplished with a bus, car, scooter, bike, piggyback ride, etc. But, we went on foot – the old fashioned way.
Several water bottles and diet cokes and respite stops later, we were facing the Atlantic Ocean. We were at the southernmost point, at the southernmost beach, on the southernmost block in the USA. They milk that southernmost thing to death. I was probably the southernmost 50-something Jewish woman who was gonna pass out from the heat!
Once we arrived at the Ocean side, we had to touch what most people refer to as “The Thimble”. It is the landmark, shaped basically like a big thimble that announces that whole southernmost point thing. The landmark is supposed to look like a large buoy. In reality, it does resemble a sewing thimble. It also states that we were only 90 miles to Cuba. In fact, it clearly says that from the end of Key West, one is closer to Cuba than they are to Miami. Very cool fact that would have made an excellent trivia question. Oh well, next time.
Tourist-y stop done, we backtracked to the Key West Butterfly and Nature Observatory. It was on the “You must see this” list of many. And, I am glad to say, it lived up to the hype. Beautiful, massive multi-colored butterflies flying around your head, arms, legs, and making picture taking a challenge. We did pretty well. Other than unbelievably hot, it was a great stop. I even managed a souvenir for myself. That’s all – 1 and I’m done.
By now, it was about 3 in the afternoon. We just had to get out of the heat. We ate lunch in a nice little place by the name of Sweet Teas. Clean, cool, friendly and tasty – who could ask for anything more? We struck up a conversation with the waitress. She told us how unimpressed she was, living in Key West. We told her, we could think of many places that were way worse in which to live. (Wanna guess??) We asked for her recommendations, being the local that she is, that we should definitely not miss. An employee who overheard the conversation, jumped right in. His quote: “Hookers and Blow!!” I DON’T think he was referring to needlepoint….and I am pretty sure his second reference would ALSO land us in the Key West Clink. So much for recommendations!
If you have been following, you will recognize that late in the afternoon on the 10th, WE were on the Ocean Side of Key West, and our car was parked by the Gulf. We headed back. On foot. In extreme heat. With blinding sun. Really – a fun time was had by all. When we passed a bank, and the thermometer registered “99 degrees”, it made the experience even more special. We arrived at the car after 6. I was close to tears. Rich was dizzy and weak. After 20 minutes sitting in the air conditioning, drinking a large, cold soda, we felt better. Then came the next challenge. We were hanging around for the “night life”. We wanted to change into some classier, less sweaty clothes that we packed along. Where could we change was the question. In the car, was the answer! What did we have with which to wash up? Why, we had Poland Springs bottles of water, of course! Nothing but the best for us tourists! It was insanely comical. We could barely breathe, we were laughing that hard. I had to reapply my make up twice, as I was laughing so hard that I was crying. Just as we were finishing, a ROOSTER strutted by the car! We were the Beverly Hillbillies, 2011 edition! However, we looked pretty good.
In Mallory Square in Key West at sundown, there’s much to see and do. There are artists and street performers, food vendors and tons of tourists. The main attraction is the setting of the sun, which is magnificent. We watched sword swallowers, jugglers, acrobats, singers, and took in the local flavor. It was almost comfortable with the sun down, and the breeze coming in off the Gulf. We ended up in an “establishment” ( read “bar”) by the name of Sloppy Joe’s. I know, I know – why in heaven’s name would they name a bar after a deli sandwich with cole slaw and Russian dressing? Even more importantly, what the hell is Marla doing in a bar? I asked myself the same question – repeatedly. Rich insisted that I drink AT LEAST one drink this vacation. So, he ordered me a “Malibu Mango Mojito”. It was sweet and tasty. It was frozen. I did not get drunk, or even a tiny bit stupid (as I usually do). I finished ¾ of the drink. These are all big moves on my part! I have to be honest, it tasted like Rita’s Mango Ice.
Around 10 p.m., a band began to perform. “Juke Box Heroes”, a 5 man cover band, ROCKED the house with tons of ‘70’s, ‘80’s and current hits. They were really fantastic. I think Rich is trying to get them for Mikaela’s Bat Mitzvah. So we danced a little, sang a lot, and limped out towards our car at 11:30. On our way out of town, we got to see a drop of the “other” side of Key West. We noticed two young men standing outside of a club, “greeting” the tourists. They were ALMOST wearing underwear. It was very small, wedgie-producing underwear. Rich reacted in a very mature, 40+ year old manner. I believe he said, “BLAHHHHHH!!!!!!! EW!!!!!!! I DON’T NEED TO SEE THAT!!!!!” I, of course, handled things differently. I wanted to go back and get a picture. Too bad Rich was driving – I was overruled.
The ride home was dark, long, and …did I mention dark? We got in at 1. That was all only ONE DAY. Can’t say we don’t jam pack our vacations! My legs aren’t speaking to me anymore, as they are so sore from all the sight-seeing. Rich’s hips are angry at him, as well. We overdid it with sun and “soaking up local color”. Today was a down time day – it was, actually, what a regular person would call “A Vacation”! We straightened up, answered some email, and sat by the pool. We made a quick trip to the “Winn Dixie” Supermarket (I love that name!), and then just laid very low. There was a late day down- pour, out of nowhere. The sun was out, there was a faint rainbow, and the rain was coming down in sheets. Rich continued to barbeque – it cooled him down a bit. We ate, we went to the peer at our RV Park, and watched the sunset. It never gets old. And tonight was the first night that it was cool enough to sit outside and blog under the stars. Rich thinks I’ve written enough. He’s started to refer to me as “Mrs. Rowling”. Of course, I had to TELL HIM the author of Harry Potter. That’s me….I know a little about….a little. Oh…the last trivia question about Jeter was answered by my ole Y day camp fellow camper, Ellen M. A. She gave us the date of Jeter’s first home run. My question was about Jeter’s first hit – and the answer is May 30, 1995. But good work, Ellen! I appreciate the responses! Enjoy the pictures. More tomorrow.
Marla

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