Destin, Florida - Take 1

I really do lead a charmed life.

Today started at 4am (my alarm was set for 430a...nervous I wouldn't wake up?) and the love of my life dropped me off at the airport shortly there after.

I had an amazing day of travel...again every flight on time (or early), upgraded seats, and no lost baggage. Even the sobbing girl* next to me for one of the flights didn't deter my great mood.

I met up with Christina, aka CJ, in Pensacola (where flights and rental car were quite a bit cheaper) and the road trip began. It was only a couple of hours to Destin...including a quick dinner at Whataburger. It's no In-N-Out, but it was good. And even though it's been dark the whole time we've been here, I can tell it is really beautiful.

After only one wrong turn (that led us on a fabulous tour of Destin) we made it to the resort, and by resort I mean large subdivision with amazing houses that have lanis (covered porches with darling screen doors), pools, winding roads with golf carts, palm trees, and several outdoor lounge chairs...where the speed limit is 23 mph.

And then the "bungalow". I had every thought imaginable about this place, from a tent with mosquito nets to hotel like rooms. Turns out Bungalo is the street name. LOL! It exceeds my highest expectations by a mile!! When CJ and I got here, we squealed like high school girls at a boy band concert! And took a photo of every room. Its a three bedroom, two bath quaint house. There is a golf cart and two bikes for us to ride...I am going to brave the bikes. I don't think La and golf carts will mix well. I haven't been on a bike since I was a teenager, but I'm actually really excited to tour around on them.

In the morning, or whenever we wake up, we're going to get a few things for the house (drinks, snacks, etc.) and porch dwell. And maybe a bike ride...on the beach. Or maybe some shopping. The best part is...I don't know. Cuz I'm on vacation.

And I unplugged the alarm clock.


*Sobbing girl story: From Missoula to Denver, I sat next to a very beautiful woman in her mid twenties (my best guess). She had long, gorgeous red hair, a red knitted stocking cap (which is really popular these days), a red coat, a red bag, and red accents on her black shirt. So it was only fitting that her face was red and her eyes were red from crying. And she cried the entire 2 hour flight. I am not a sympathetic crier, but I could feel her sadness. I actually teared up at first. For a long, uncomfortable time...while she did the "ugly cry" though she looked really pretty while she cried...I wondered what to say or do, if anything. I wondered what I would want her to do if I were in her situation. I probably would have spilled my guts. In the end, I said, "I'm sorry that you're sad". She said, "Thank you". And not another word. So, I prayed that she would find peace in whatever her circumstances were and that she found some joy soon.