Party in the city where the heat is on.

We lived in Phoenix for six years. It was hot. Really hot. The hottest day while we lived there was 126 degrees. I could deal with that heat- it was comparable to putting your face directly into a blow dryer or that feeling where your eyelashes curl up when you look into the oven. Florida however was completely different and I had never felt that type of heat in my life. My hair was undoubtedly a hot mess- I could feel the frizz and it took 45 minute to blow dry it. It constantly felt like  I was perspiring from my forehead and let's not talk about how uncomfortable it was to be fully clothed (unlike the rest of the people *ahem- Argentinian girls wearing only thong bikinis).

I got to meet my good friend Jen from work who lives there and spend some quality time at the pool basking in the warm glow of 100 year old ladies who had enough tan for 10 people. She was pregnant and handled the heat FAR better than I did.

Despite the sticky climate, Florida offered the Williamsons & MacDuffs a great time.

We got to ride on some air boats in the Everglades. We got rained on and pretty much stayed moist the rest of the day.

The Hubs and I on the air boat.

Holding a 3 year old baby gator- hot mess hair exhibit one.

 We then ventured to a place called the Coral Castle. Mark had visited this place while he was on his mission and said it was weird/cool. So some dude from Romania left his love there and built her this shrine out of coral. The crazy part, he was a small guy. Like maybe 5 feet tall and figured out this crazy pulley system to move these pieces of coral that were 6,000 lbs by himself. We indeed saw "unusual accomplishment".

Us in the Coral Castle "sitting room"

 We also got to visit a mansion called Vizcaya. The owner/name sake of John Deere built the mansion and these were the gardens. We decided that a manion makes you rich, gardens make you loaded.

 Here we are at Jungle Island. You could get up close to ALL of the birds and feed them and pet them.

So for 3 days, we kept driving past this "graffiti district" that was off the 95 in Miami. There were buildings every where covered in AMAZING graffiti. Finally, on our last night, we braved the ghetto and headed down there. It was pretty awesome. There was so much these pictures don't even do it justice. Those G's have some talent.

 Also on our trip, we came across an unfortunate living thing called a Sausage Tree. It was nothing nearly as magical as something from Willy Wonka but rather, this large tree with gross, alien, sausage-like pods.

We went on a Millionaire Mansion Boat Ride. This was someone's famous house(Shakira, Puff Diddy, Enrique Iglasias..can't remember)..one lot was left for sale. $7 Million just for the land alone and then you get boats full of people touring past your house all day.

One night we decided to eat at the beach side restaurant at our hotel. We finished eating late and had yet to walk on the beach. We headed down and I saw a woman shining a red light on these tags outside these roped off areas. I of course had to ask her what she was doing and that is where it started. Her name was Della and she was checking the baby sea turtle nest AND we were in luck, some would be hatching tonight. Ok, so when I was like 10, I watched an episode of "Reading Rainbow" and saw those darling baby turtles with their huge flippers making their mecca to the ocean and I knew then, I HAD to do that in my lifetime. I was going to have my chance. I stalked this lady for no joke like a mile and finally Deb, Jim & Mark asked what I was doing..I proceeded to tell them I was going to be "camping out" to watch the turtles hatch. They thought I was nuts. Deb was in and we set out to wait until these babies were ready. Mark & Jim decided to stay & about 3.5 hours later, the babies made their way out. At first, we were told not to touch them because we weren't "certified" but as the babies came pouring out (all 105 of them) in the wrong direction from the ocean, we got to start scooping them up to save their lives. They were so little and paddling their little flippers as fast as they could go. We got to scoop them into buckets and then release them one at a time into the ocean. We were there with the "Turtle Lady" Betty who had been saving turtles since 1984, a couple from France, the IT guy who tracks the turtles and lots of other tourist just as excited as us to welcome these babies. It was seriously SO awesome! Mark & Jim even said it was one of their favorite/accidental parts of the trip. This was the only picture we had of us @ 1:15 in the morning, on the beach. Save Baby Turtles..check!

I think next time we hit up Florida it will be in January and we will go to Orlando. Harry Potter World is still on the bucket list.