Saturday, October 1, 2016

My life is not a movie

“A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment.” –Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice.

Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes!
I recently went on a 10 day trip with my parents to Orlando, Florida. It was fun in the sun (and the almost oppressive humidity) for days. I loved it. We visited the wonderful world of Harry Potter.

Where we tried a frozen butter beer. Very tasty.
Frozen Butter beer!

 Got wet on the water rides at Universal Studios and Islands of Adventures (Thanks Dad).  Saw exotic wildlife at SeaWorld.


Tried the seafood at Bubba Gump Shrimp co. (So I ate chicken, sue me... but don't really. I don't have anything you want.) And donated to a good cause for veterans thanks to the Gary Sinise Foundation.
I just felt like running beard.

Got sunburned at the beach (oh, that was just me? Right.) And walked until our Fitbits almost gave out on us. It was fantastic. I’m grateful I had the opportunity to accompany my parents and get away from the real world for a little while.

Coco Beach!

At the end of the trip, as I reflected on all fun in the sun we had, I realized that the movies and books lie. I didn’t meet a mysterious and handsome stranger who was so enamored by me that he had to chase me across the country so he could confess his undying love.
Whoa. Wait, how did a picture of Tom Hiddleston end up on here? 
I got gypped! Isn’t that what is supposed to happen when a single girl of a certain age goes on a trip with her parents? Isn’t she supposed to meet THE ONE and live happily ever after? Or did all those Mary Kate and Ashley movies I watched at a pre-teen just lie to me. Ugh.

Haha. Of course, I didn’t go on this vacation with the intention of a brief and ill-fated romance blossoming between strangers. (Well maybe it did but not with me. There was a veterinary conference going on at the hotel we stayed at. Never know what those vets get up to.) But I wouldn’t be the Hopeless Romantic if I didn’t have the thought cross my mind at least once and then let my imagination get the better of me. As the quote at the top of this post implies... some people (like me) have tendency to let our imaginations get the better of us and what starts out as a fun vacation should turn into a hopelessly romantic experience that leads to "matrimony". Haha.

So no romantic vacation for me this time around. But I had a fantastic time with my parents. I even got a little bit tan… after I burned. (I was diligent about sunscreen… it just happened to be crappy sunscreen. Ugh.)

Even though I don’t have a handsome stranger chasing me across the country, I can say that my vacation was sublimely wonderful. Thanks Mom and Dad.

Until Next Time,

The Hopeless Romantic