On the drive down to Tampa Wednesday morning, we discovered that our free passes to Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure (and most importantly, Harry Potter World) had blackout dates the very week were were going.
The news could have been devastating.
But it wasn’t. We decided to just enjoy hanging out with our friends, Nik and Rachel Turley, this time around and vowed to go to Orlando in the fall. An uncomplicated, inexpensive weekend — that’s really what we needed. It’s especially what Trent needed.
Trent was a tired man.
So we hung out — going for wildlife-spotting strolls at Lettuce Lake Park (that alligator sighting was all me), lounging on blankets on the lawn reading aloud to each other, sitting on benches under shady trees listening to music from the Bok Towers bells, sleeping on the beach.
We ate out — at Bone Fish and that yummy Cuban place with the twisty-stooled lunch counter, and that yummy Greek place in Ybor City with the live music and the plate smashing.
And we watched baseball — the main event, you could say. Nik, who plays for the minor leagues, was the starting pitcher on opening day. He did all right.
The drives to and from were nice, too. I worked while Trent listened to his Nelson Mandela autobiography audiobook on double-speed (as he listens to all audiobooks). I took over writing Trent’s personal essay for his med school applications while he stood idly by — JK. Sort of.
All in all — I’d call spring break a success.
Thank you, Turleys, for your hospitality and general cuteness. We’ll be back.
Listening to: Natasha Bedingfield, “I Wanna Have Your Babies” (Don’t judge.)