I forgot how beautiful Florida is. When I got off the plane I was met by the warm, sticky humidity. When I got to the beach I was met by sweaty, tan, beautiful people, and an ocean water as comfortable and as beautiful as anyone could expect.
I spent a lot of time alone. I bought myself a Ron Jon water cup and stickers for my car and made arroz con poyo with my grandmother (vlog soon). I walked along the shore and collected roughly fifty different seashells, which I brought back as small gifts for people. I could have spent the rest of my life at that beach because of the peace I felt and the way it made me feel to be so close to the shore. When I compare going to the beach vs. camping, I can see how the sunshine and saltwater, I must say, I prefer the ocean. When I go camping, there is so much more to do. I can work with my hands and get lost in the woods and explore water falls, enjoy a camp fire and live nomadically. When I am at the beach, the ocean sweeps me completely away. I am immediately taken up with the tide. No wonder, I had no reservations about Day Camp going to the beach and wading. How could you be so close to God's largest creation and not let at least your toes touch it?
Isn't my family beautiful?
I spent the first day going grocery shopping with my grandmother at a latin super market. Check out all the beans!
My grandmother recently had a shunt put in for her hydrocephelus (water in her brain). You can feel the bump where the shunt is in place AND you can feel the cord on her neck. The cord goes all the way down her body in to her belly. It's super weird and sad but at least she is not in pain. She is loosing her short term memory FAST. I think she asked me five-six times one day, if I wanted lunch and what I wanted. We went into this big ordeal to go by her toiletries. She has about twelve shampoos and conditioner bottles in her shower - all of which are empty. Because she has hardly any hair, I'm not concerned. I bought a massive pack of toilet paper for her. I planted the TP right in front of her, so that when she sat down to do her business, it would be the first thing she sees. The next day, she started telling me about how important it was that we went out and got toilet paper because we were out.
My cousin says she shows signs of the beginning stages of Alzheimer's. Which is sad, but perhaps a normal part of life. I'm not sure which is worse, a disease that requires chemo or slowly loosing your sense of self with memory loss. I wish she was closer so that I could spend more time with her.
Spent my second day at a dog beach and little did I know how rocky it would be. I tripped over a boulder about the size of a foot stool. I couldn't see it because it was covered by the ocean water. When I got out of the water, I discovered that my toe nail peeled back. What you see below is literally all sand underneath my toe nail. My grandma gave me a tooth pick and some peroxide and watched me squirm on the couch as I tried to remove it all. She called me a raton :) (rat in Spanish - the equivalent of a squeamish.)