Arriving at the airport, we were quickly reminded that we were not in Kansas anymore, let alone California. Having lived in a smoke free region for so long, it can be a bit shocking to see the smoking rooms still active alongside adds for the Pat Robertson University. Praise the Lord! Now pass the tobacco.
We got our car and made our way to the fine city of Virginia Beach. Of no fault of my own, I expected to see rows of rundown hotels from the 60’s with laundry and towels hanging from all of the balconies. This is the picture that Edmond had painted and maybe it was a description of the surrounding areas where kiddy pools are meant for cases of beer and not kiddies. I’m happy to say, I was pleasantly surprised and we had a really positive experience (See Edmond and Amy’s wedding for details).
Okay, so the wedding was over and we took the opportunity to sleep and to enjoy the town for an extra day. The white trash (WT) element is definitely there but it is tastefully done. Only when the locals zoom by on their modified bikes with giant handlebars did it become evident that the WT element is there. A little miniature golf at the Jungle topped off by several great meals made for a pleasant afternoon. We also had to do one touristy thing, a haunted mansion. Memories of being rushed through the haunted farmhouse outside of Walla Walla raced through my mind as we were moved through the dark passages, shot with air blasts and bumped into by the paid “haunts.” I screamed like a farm girl – I dare anyone to try not to!
It seems appropriate that we ate breakfast at a diner name, The Jewish Mother, since a Jewish mother (Amy’s) paid for dinner the night before!
