As I was boarding my connecting flight from Miami International Airport to Southwest Florida International Airport, the woman scanning the tickets turned to me and said, "How old are you?" I was shocked. Do I really look like I am not old enough to fly by myself? I told her that I'm 20 (I had to pause for a second, because I haven't had to tell people of my entrance into this new decade very often), and she said, "Okay, big girl!"
It was weird. And patronizing.
Then, I went to Home Depot with my grandpa, to try to find a new mini fridge, preferably with hinges on the left side (so my left-handed grandpa has an easier time getting his beer out of the mini fridge while watching football). They didn't have what he was looking for, so the woman turned to me and said, "Go online and try to find it for him." They then had a discussion about how they can't use the internet.
It's official: I'm the youngest person here.
The weather is apparently unseasonably warm, which I love. It's in the 80s and sunny! I found a great running route, but I have no desire to wake up before the sun is in full force, so I haven't been doing quite as much running (25 minutes yesterday, 33 minutes today...okay, so maybe not THAT much less...) I don't think I'm going to get rid of my awesome farmer's tan, but I think I definitely have more freckles now than I did two days ago...win! There's also the pool, but it's not as fun by myself. When I came to Florida with my family, my siblings and I would swim together...which always devolved into fighting (I'm a mean fighter). This is my second visit to Florida by myself (I also came to Florida by myself last October), and since my schedule doesn't really line up with my family's, I'm not sure when the next time I'll be able to go on a family vacation with them (aside from when we visit my Grandma for Christmas) will be.
As for homework...I've done a little. For me, this is a big deal, so you should be happy for me! I'm writing a paper on A Clockwork Orange, about how the orchestral music relates to the violence and sexual imagery.
But now, on to the most important thing...stone crab claws. The season just began. Here's how it works: The crabs can regrow their claws! This means that the fishermen catch the crabs. If the crab has 2 claws, they take the bigger claw and put the crabs back. If the crab only has 1 claw, they aren't allowed to take anything. This means that the claws are the best in the beginning of the season, because there are more of them. The claws are hard, like porcelain. In the restaurant, they sometimes pre-crack them for you, to make it easier. You take the claw cracker and use it to whack the claw, rather than crack it. Pieces of the claw then chip off, and then you can pull the crab meat out with a little fork. It tastes absolutely incredible. My grandpa likes to use the butter sauce with the crab, but I think it's too rich for that (plus, the emulsified butter grosses me out), but I think that it actually goes best with mustard (yes, Grey Poupon).
So yeah, vacation rocks!
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