The itinerary was set long before the wheels of my plane touched down and night one consisted of a cocktail party with a number of tennis players from the club.
It rained for most of the weekend so we spend the day indoors
watching movies, reading and catching up on sleep.
Sundays are reserved for brunch. Seriously when you visit my grandparents, you drive into West Palm Beach to Taboo. All was going well, but as we were driving down the road several peopel pointed out we had a VERY LOW front tire. After pulling into a gas station we saw just how low things were. Of course no one brought any cast and there was not a quarter to be found in the car. Thankfully, the gentleman vacuuming his car next to us not only gave us a dollar, but put air in our tire. We decided to go with the
pump and pray method and thankfully it got us to brunch in one piece.
The last four hours of the trip were sunny, but not enough to give me any kind of a tan.
Maybe next time!
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