This is me wandering some more.
Not the crocodile. That's not me. That's a topiary.
These pins could only be bought as a set. I wanted the Kidani one, since we were headed there the next day.
This picture reminds me of why I was in the gift shop. The girls and I had gone down to get some ice cream. I don't usually do things like this, but this father and sons (or father, son, and maybe a nephew or something such as that)
were giving the kind older gentleman in the gift shop a hard time. They were loud, vulgar, crude, and calling his name over and over when they spoke to him. He might not have been the fastest CM ever, but he was doing just fine, and he was a perfectly nice man. I'm pretty sure they had been drinking, and they were having fun with their ignorance. I felt so sorry for the cast member, and as mild-mannered as I am by nature, I really wanted to call the dad out on his behavior. It would not have done a bit of good, though, because at that moment, I don't think any of the three had a conscience. They went out to the rocking chairs on the porch and smoked cigars and talked louder than necessary. After a little more looking around for us, we happened to be behind them on the path back to the cottage. My revenge was to take their picture and tell you guys about what jerks they were. What a poor excuse for a dad that guy was being. Just goes to show that money, or the money that it takes to stay at a nice place like Vero, isn't always accompanied by class. Even now when I think of that few minutes, it makes me sad.
Now back to sweeter things - my girls and ice cream.
A little later,
Miss Anita Wigd had craft time again.
They were making pixie dust in a jar.
Did you spy my root beer for my nightly root beer floats.
Cool, huh?
That was a hit with both girls.
Then
Mr. Marc had something to shoot into the air, and that just added to the fun!
I like this picture.
I think they were chasing down the rocket.
Even after we had interrupted his nice quiet beach vacation with all of our 'activeness', Mr. Marc was still just as sweet as he always is with the girls.
Later that evening, Jill and the girls went on to bed, and Anita, Marc, John, and I walked the beach. They were patient with my hobbling, and hurt as it did, I was determined to stick with them and maybe see a sea turtle. We did see some turnarounds, but it was too dark to get good pictures. We saw where one had nested. We walked and walked and walked. At one point, we saw a big girl almost come onto the beach, but she just hung out in the shallow water for a bit, and then turned around. I think she sensed us being there, and now I wish like everything we would have back off a few more yards to see if she would have come on up. Oh well, I was happy enough to get to see all of that, so my turtle search was not a complete failure. I think we walked until around 1 something. Is that what you remember,
Anita?
And that was our last night of Vero Beach. A few hours later, we would be on the road back to Orlando and a first for the girls - Sea World.
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell about the night of the Pirate Dinner. Jill knocked on my door in the middle of the night and wanted me to look at Sophie. She was congested and struggling a bit for her breath. My first thought was that she might be having some kind of allergic reaction to something in one of the foods - some kind of spice or something. I advised her to go to a walk-in clinic, but after a call to the front desk, they said the hospital was the nearest thing to where we were, so that's where they ended up going. I sat upstairs in case Brooklynn or Bella woke up, and Jill kept me posted. Jill can give the complete diagnosis, but luckily it was just respiratory issues that could be easily fixed. I was worried that an allergic reaction was causing her throat to swell, so I was glad it wasn't that.