But it made me appreciate the dry heat...

So I ended up going to Florida last week. Paul asked one more time just before he left why I wasn't going, promising that he wouldn't have to work that much. I found a plane ticket on the cheap and last Tuesday, I was on the 6:00 a.m. flight to Atlanta with a 4-year-old kicking the back of my seat for most of the three hour flight (and the real kicker , I had a different child kicking the back of my seat for all of the flight back home on Friday).

And Florida was ended up being what I was expecting it to be. I got in on Tuesday afternoon and later joined Paul for the dinner at the conference. And that was pretty much the last I saw him for the three days I was there. It was just as I'd expected--Paul spent most of the time working while I had lots of time by myself to examine the inside of the hotel room. (Not that I only sat around the hotel room. I went to St. Augustine and did some shopping in the little boutique shops near the hotel.) He'd hoped to be able to sneak out Thursday afternoon so we could go to the beach. That didn't quite happen--when he finally got away, he only had an hour before the next meeting.

The gates leading into old St. Augustine. I spent the day in Old Town St. Augustine, wandering around the historic sites and the various stores. Albuquerque is celebrating it's 300th birthday this year and St. Augustine is almost 100 years older.


Paul's coworkers and their spouses at dinner on Wednesday. The food wasn't that great but the view was good and so was the company.

So, for four days I had the lyrics to "Ice Ice Baby" going through my head because of the A1A. Amazing how I can remember a crappy song from 15 years ago but have no idea what I had for dinner two days ago.