My family used to travel around a lot when I was a kid. While I was in second grade, we lived in Boca Raton, where I first experienced temperatures in the triple digits, and where I first started getting lazy cause it was “too hot to do anything”. I woke up a few minutes ago, turned off my room’s air conditioner, and stepped out onto my porch.
Whoa! It’s hot and sticky, and there’s ants all over the floor – just like Boca. I’m suddenly flooded with images of my Dad and I fishing on West Palm Beach, us kids stirring up a bee’s nest next to the playground at school…and just how damn hot it is. Today’s outfit: t-shirt, shorts, and flipflops. At 10 in the morning. Outside.
So last night I paid $12 for a burger and $11 for a long island made by a bartender that looked exactly like 50 Cent. Tourist traps man…. Connected to my hotel lobby is a small little mall with upscale shops like Gucci, Cartier, and Versace. I can’t imagine who who want to shop during their stay here – there’s too much to do! Right now, I’m having a hard time deciding my first activity of the day: breakfast, the Mayan Temple water slides (there’s one with a 60 foot drop with a tunnel that passes you through a shark-filled lagoon), lazy river ride (ride an inner tube down a relaxing current), or “The Dig” exhibit. Actually, now, after reading LeeAnne’s blog, I want to go snorkeling.
Should I bother showering, knowing that I’m going to start sweating as soon as I step out of the hotel?