Wow ... so that was interesting. Jacksonville is about six hours from Atlanta. I listened to the better part of World War Z on the way down which made the drive easier -- during the interesting parts at least.
Arrived at the hotel, got some food, chilled out with a book. Now, I have to admit, I don't really understand vacations at the beach. Yes, they are generally sunny. Great. But if I'm at the beach, I want to be playing volleyball, beach tennis, or throwing a frisbee around. People seem to go to the beach just to sit at the beach. Lather up, lay down, roll over, repeat. Cool if that's your thing -- I certainly have nothing against lounging about with a good book and a cold, perhaps fruity, beverage. But I don't need to drive six hours to do it. And truth be told, I'd probably rather be doing it under the a/c than the noon-day sun. Sign me up for some beach activities with a group of people and I'm all for it. Sitting at the beach because it's sunny and sandy? You do that to kill time prior to the real adventures.
As such, I spent the majority of my time reading a book in bed, catching the occasional show on HGTV or ESPN, and under the constant hum of the a/c set to a nippy 60 degrees. Don't laugh - that is very much like a vacation. As I don't have Cable at home, I got a nice television fix and I didn't have to pay the electric bill directly. So I got to lounge about reading books, which is exactly what I wanted to do anyway.
The drive back was more eventful than the drive down. There were some absolutely torrential downpours that lasted 5-7 minutes. If you aren't comfortable driving in that, no problem, just pull off the road. Quickly. Don't drive in the middle fo the road, splitting lanes, with your lights off. And driving twenty mph below the speed limit when it's not raining is also frowned upon. And makes you a jackass. And likely to feel the hot sting of my middle finger.
Oh! If you happen to end up in Jacksonville Beach, DO NOT go to this place for sushi. Utterly flavorless and uninspired. I've had spicy mustards with more kick than their wasabi. Never trust a sushi place with lackluster wasabi. There was a mediterranean restaurant with a decent chicken schwarma plate - maybe I'll put a picture up later for my friend Henry.
Arrived at the hotel, got some food, chilled out with a book. Now, I have to admit, I don't really understand vacations at the beach. Yes, they are generally sunny. Great. But if I'm at the beach, I want to be playing volleyball, beach tennis, or throwing a frisbee around. People seem to go to the beach just to sit at the beach. Lather up, lay down, roll over, repeat. Cool if that's your thing -- I certainly have nothing against lounging about with a good book and a cold, perhaps fruity, beverage. But I don't need to drive six hours to do it. And truth be told, I'd probably rather be doing it under the a/c than the noon-day sun. Sign me up for some beach activities with a group of people and I'm all for it. Sitting at the beach because it's sunny and sandy? You do that to kill time prior to the real adventures.
As such, I spent the majority of my time reading a book in bed, catching the occasional show on HGTV or ESPN, and under the constant hum of the a/c set to a nippy 60 degrees. Don't laugh - that is very much like a vacation. As I don't have Cable at home, I got a nice television fix and I didn't have to pay the electric bill directly. So I got to lounge about reading books, which is exactly what I wanted to do anyway.
The drive back was more eventful than the drive down. There were some absolutely torrential downpours that lasted 5-7 minutes. If you aren't comfortable driving in that, no problem, just pull off the road. Quickly. Don't drive in the middle fo the road, splitting lanes, with your lights off. And driving twenty mph below the speed limit when it's not raining is also frowned upon. And makes you a jackass. And likely to feel the hot sting of my middle finger.
Oh! If you happen to end up in Jacksonville Beach, DO NOT go to this place for sushi. Utterly flavorless and uninspired. I've had spicy mustards with more kick than their wasabi. Never trust a sushi place with lackluster wasabi. There was a mediterranean restaurant with a decent chicken schwarma plate - maybe I'll put a picture up later for my friend Henry.
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