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So our second year of college, Amy and I decided to go to Florida for Spring Break. My car went 4,000 miles in 10 days, and we had a blast. I came home from school, was home for less than 12 hours, picked up Amy and went to Atlanta, then made it to Tampa Sunday afternoon. We stayed with my Grandma Marilyn and step-grandpa Dick, who are super cool. We had some adventures, most notably the tattoos, and spent a lot of time in the sun. Friday morning bright and early we took off, stayed in a dump of a Super 8 in Nashville for 6 hours, and were home by noon Saturday. I made it back up to school Sunday afternoon. I'll never forget it. |
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A litte fuzzy, but you get the idea. Amy's butterfly and my fishie. |
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The last picture of our virgin ankles, I'm on the right. |
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Why we hate Tennessee, Nashville in particular. We sat in this traffic jam for half an hour. Made some interesting "friends," like the drug dealer in the Lexus. |
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First stop: Atlanta. This is actually their house, see the little Amy in front and my car in the drive? See the clouds too? It rained all day. |
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We decided to get dressed up to go out for dinner, then we had to get a picture of the palm trees, for fear it would be years before we saw another one. |
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Sunset on the Gulf. What I wouldn't give to be back there... |
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I think we interrupted this bird's fishing. He gave us the evil bird eye, and we took the hint. |
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This bird stalked us down the sidewalk to the marina. It was scary. |
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