I roomed with my co-worker Michelle, and once we checked into the hotel we checked out our first view of the Jersey Shore. We were underwhelmed. “Shore” is the closest term I could use because a “beach” it wasn’t. We have discovered that we are what someone might call a “beach snob”. This is compounded by the fact that we have absolutely no problem telling everyone how much we love Sarasota and how no one has seen a real beach until they’ve been here. Ahem, we are occasionally capable of modesty, but we don’t particularly enjoy it. (haha)
We were there for 4 days and I only made it outside once, but that was enough. See, I even took a picture, and I tried my hardest to make it look nice:
However, flying out of Newark airport was all it was cracked up to be, and more. I have always been told that if you have the option of flying through Newark or going to hell, that hell is the better option. And now I see why. After encountering a myriad of “helpful” and “charming” people at the airport we could not get home fast enough. I quite literally almost lost it when the security folks dropped my new laptop on the ground and didn’t even notice. Thankfully, I had it in a protective sleeve (NEVER put your laptop through the machine without at least a protective sleeve) so it seems to be ok for now...