Back in March, my family and I went on a trip to Orlando, Florida. It was our first vacation all together in something like ten years, and my first trip to the USA since my 21st birthday sojourn to Vegas four years ago.
A wingshot. I never take these! And I have no idea where we were flying over. I was too busy fighting off a panic attack in my non-aisle seat.On our third day, we drove out to Merritt Island. We stopped at the Merritt Island Wildlife Refuge on our way to Playalinda Beach. There was a baby alligator, but I couldn’t get a decent picture of it. He was barely visible to the naked eye anyway, all tiny and black. We hung around for a bit, hoping to see a mama alligator, but no such luck.
A man playing a tuba on the beach, because doesn’t everybody do that? It was SO windy that way, it was a bit hilarious watching him try to wrangle his sheet music.
The first two days, we spent wandering around Universal Studios. The first day was rainy as f*ck, but the second day was beautiful and sunny. Two very different experiences, let me tell you. On the first day, we basically had the place all to ourselves, riding rollercoasters and immediately running back to the front of the line and riding again. The second day mostly consisted of walking around and eating, since the lines were much crazier.
Frozen Butterbeer! I tried both varieties: cold and frozen. I liked them both, but I think the frozen one was a little bit better; it seemed to temper the tooth-aching sweetness a bit. For those wondering, it sort of tasted like butterscotch-y cream soda.
Have you ever been to Florida? What did you do?
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