Our “Spring Break” trip (minus any actual Spring Break-ers) was a week of relaxed-pace recreating in Myrtle Beach. I knew our vacation was off to a great start when I spied our condo’s dishes:
If you guessed Fiesta, you guessed correctly. I’m feeling very influential these days. Or maybe I’m just in good company. What’s not to love about these dishes?
The week provided several rounds of golf for Mr. Official, a couple hours of hot yoga and a nice 5-mile run for me, plus plenty of pool time. Our winter whites have been banished for the season, replaced by a pink-brown color they call “tan” – I hear it’s the “in” color this summer.
The temperatures exceeded expectations, pegging out in the high 70s/low 80s most days. We ate our fill of local seafood each night and we drove Thunder Road:
…well, one of us did. Somebody had to take pics, and besides, I wasn’t sure I met the height requirements.
Because Mr. Official is an easy-going good sport, one night he agreed to forgo a seafood feast and dine on movie theater popcorn and Cokes while watching Jurassic Park in 3-D (in a nearly empty theater.. which was kinda weird.)
In between golf, yoga, and taking laps around the lazy river on innertubes, we also got in a day of antiquing, which netted two red fruit bowls and a turquoise salad bowl for my (ever-growing) collection. I also acquired some wonderful additions to our landscape, courtesy of a plant sale at Brookgreen Gardens and a fabulous little nursery in Murrells Inlet:.
But the highlight of the trip was on Friday…it was a paparazzi moment for me and my camera when I spotted this gosling surrounded by a couple tough-looking bodyguards on high alert. I managed to squeeze off a few shots before they shooed me away.
Technically, it was six goslings.
Oh, wait…you thought I spotted Ryan Gosling? Silly goose. Nope. But I think these Canadians are just as cute as he, and it was way easier to get a photo of ’em than THAT guy.