The last couple days have been a little different. Wednesday was a typical day in Vancouver in November, as it rained for pretty much the entire day. Just a very different temperature, which allowed us to sneak down to the beach/pool briefly, but it poured and the streets flooded up pretty good. Yesterday, we ventured out to the Parrot's Key for dinner, a Caribbean Restaurant that had some amazing food. Nothing was too out of the ordinary.
Today brought some change to that. First off, it was another beautiful morning with tons of sunshine and a threat of rain as black clouds loomed in the horizon. After being at the beach most of the morning we saw the black clouds coming preceded by a haze that could only signify a big downpour. We quickly scrambled to move all our stuff under cover as we started to feel raindrops falling. But that was it, the clouds shifted and blew out to sea and as quickly as the haze and black clouds came in they disappeared.
After lunch, David had a great idea to walk to the pier for ice cream with the kids. We had tried doing that one of the first days we were here, but got about half way and then turned around and drove to the ice cream parlor because we ran out of daylight. Today would be different as we'd start after lunch and have ample time to make it there and back.
So just after 230pm we set out on our trek along the beach, a round trip of 10km with ice cream being the lure to get the kids to the half way point. It was a good enough lure for all of the kids save one. Why it couldn't have been one of David's kids I don't know (it was his idea), but it wasn't. After about 15/20 minutes of walking Abby turns to me and said "I'm done walking". I looked at the pier and then back at the condo and figured I could bribe her with the ice cream. It worked for the next few minutes, but while every minute that passed brought us closer to ice cream, it also took us farther away from the condo ... there was no turning back.
The other issue Abby had was with her legs. A combination of a few mosquito bites (they're doozies down here, totally puff up in little goose eggs) and the salt water from the ocean equalled extreme itchiness. She would have to stop on numerous occasions to itch. It was still okay and her attitude was passable, until we passed the halfway mark. From that point on, it was less than fun, infact pretty much torture. I felt bad because her uncle made her go on this long walk just to get ice cream and on top of that she truly was itchy and extremely hot. It soon reached the point of hilarity. "Why didn't we take the van? It's crazy to walk this far." "I'M ITCHY! ITCHY! ITCHY! ITCH ... CHEEEEEEE!" "It's like a thousand billion walks (she means steps) to get to this place." "I don't know why I'm even going on this walk cause I DON'T like ice cream." (She loves it, but at this point she didn't care anymore.)
It got so bad that she was in tears complaining about being so itchy, that a woman on the beach came up to us and gave us 2 bottles of water. "It's the salt that makes her so itchy, just pour this water on her and it will help ease the itching." She was very sweet and kind. (The lady not Abby.) Abby's first response? "I'm getting all wet. And I'm still itchy!!!" In the end it worked though and we finally made it to the ice cream parlour where we all got a nice big scoop of ice cream.
The one problem with eating ice cream in Florida is that you have to lick at a record pace or it melts far too quickly. Abby is a slow licker. She likes to enjoy her ice cream and make it last. With no seats in the store, we had to eat outside, which was not good for Abby. Her ice cream started to melt faster than she could lick and rather than fight it, she stood with it over my toes and let it drip. Josh was kind enough to grab a bowl that she could flip her cone into so that it stopped dripping on the ground (and my flipflops) and let her eat it at her pace. That brought more sobbing as she was so upset over why she never got to eat her ice cream in a cone. Why did it always have to be in a bowl? Somewhere in that brain of hers something clicked; I think it was the sugar rush from the ice cream because all of the sudden she went from being downtrodden and inconsolable to being totally happy and loving her ice cream in a bowl. I wish I could figure out exactly where that switch is, but that's going to be for some lucky guy to figure out MUCH LATER in her life. Did you know that Abigail means father's joy? ... Just asking. :)
Emily definitely won the award for the messiest eater. She enjoyed that ice cream so much she wore it all over her face. It looked like she had a green and brown (mint chocolate chip) goatee and she loved every minute of her ice cream eating experience.
We finished our ice cream and it was time to walk back. Abby's answer ... "pfft, no way I'm walking back." Pause. "Why didn't you bring the van?" Thankfully there was a trolley service that ran from the pier right back to our place and only cost 50 cents! I quickly got 3 takers to go on the trolley. Abby, Emily and Caleb. As we were walking to the corner we saw the trolley go by and figured that we'd just catch the next one. Around the corner it was still sitting in the pickup zone so we hurried to try and get it before it left, but it pulled away seconds before we could get there. Figuring the next trolley would be by sometime soon, we went to sit down to wait, only to see that the next one was scheduled to come an hour and 10 minutes later. It was boiling hot and there was no way we were waiting that long for the next one to come so we started the long walk back, this time along the sidewalk. Long story short, we made two stops at different 7/11s, one for drinks, the next for a bathroom break. Almost got Caleb run over crossing the street ... people don't like stopping here for people walking on crosswalks. As for Abby? She was tremendous! No complaining ... as long as we didn't venture towards the beach. In order to keep my sanity we stuck to the sidewalks and Emily was a trooper, going the whole way with no shoes! Caleb barely made it. I thought we were going to have a repeat of Josh's WDW puking, but he survived. About 15-20 minutes from the condo the trolley mercifully pulled up (not coincidentally about 15 seconds after I prayed that God would help us get Caleb back to the condo without passing out) and we paid our $2 and had a very enjoyable final leg's ride home. Once we hit the parking lot it was straight to the pool where we stayed until dinner. It was so refreshing and really worked wonders on cooling us off.
Shane and Becky were Mr & Mrs Muscles, vain people concerned about their hair and muscles. David & Cara Lee were Mr & Mrs Rose, fashion models. The Keatings were Mr & Mrs Quaker, old people with English accents. Tawny & I were Mr & Mrs Nerd, nerds who, well we should be able to figure it out pretty easily ourselves. I was also a cop (no name given). David Jonathan was Gangster Bro 2. Caleb was Dr. Green, a professor and then also played a pirate, along with Emily. Abby & Connor were Mr & Mrs Black. Not sure the background on them.
There were 6 or 7 scenes that we did, and one even needed a retake. Josh was very particular about what people needed to do, how they should act, and what they should sound like. He ran around shouting out directions and thoroughly enjoyed yelling "ACTION" at the beginning of every scene. I'm pretty sure I even heard a few times, "quiet on the set". It was awesome. Everyone had a great chuckle, and I'm pretty sure there are a few people still laughing. All that's left now is for the final editing to be done (he was very concerned about how and when this would be done). I have a feeling this isn't the last movie he's going to write/direct/star in. Make sure to stay tuned for the release date.
It was a great end to a great day.
