I'm usually the last person to turn their nose up at things but today was interesting. We took off in our church van which is anything put pretty and not so road worthy so I decided to take it easy. I'm sure my pride took quite a hit as grandmas in big cars were passing us along the way. I just didn't want to go 70 in that heap until I'm a little more comfortable. We made it safe and sound, checked into the Ocean Center and then off to our hotel. Which was culture filled if nothing. I checked out the rooms and then had to laugh and wait for the results of the entrance of the ladies. It was priceless.
The rooms have the painted block look inside with lamps that are honestly from the 1970's and carpet to match. The girls took off to CVS on their first move and bought a big box of Lysol wipes. We got settled in and off to worship tonight.
This is where some of the fiasco began which I have to confess now officially eliminates the Athanaseas family from the ingredients list of a good fiasco. While this one doesn't rank that highly, it has been interesting from getto hotel to the trip after worship to walmart. I chose a random back road(never good with me I know) where we were faced with a decision on crossing a broken railroad crossing. The arms were half way down and the lights were flashing, but no train. We crossed into what appeared to be the deep, dark beyond and headed
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