It’s Tuesday. I’m leaving early Friday morning and can’t believe how gorgeous the weather is here, and how I’m taking a plane to go to the beach when I live near some of the most beautiful anywhere.
It’s just that what costs one night here can pay for a week somewhere else, and I love getting to know different parts of the country. I’m failing in first hand knowledge of the “deep South” as my relatives all live in South Florida which I know isn’t the South, or Mobile. I have been told that Mobile isn’t really indicative of Alabama or the South.
The only thing I know about Myrtle Beach is that is beautiful with many golf courses and a long sand beach that looks amazing. i also know that the world’s largest Wal-Mart super store is there. I have never been in one. Have been in many Kmarts if that makes me sound more American.
I know that Myrtle Beach has great crab legs, and isn’t as racist as people keep telling me. I know this because The Countess’s first husband was Black so uh her adult kids and their kids are, and they love it.
It’s a bit scary to go to a part of the country that seems so foreign to me. The Countess keeps emailing and calling with more things to do. Keep on reminding her that I’m going to write. But I am a beach bum.
I’m also very excited that I will be staying in a duplex with five rooms and a yard. I feel like I live a perpetual 25 year old here. When I wake up and walk from the bedroom to the faux kitchen I can’t help but pass the computer, and begin answering email. That’s never a good thing before at least one cup of coffee.
California never seems foreign. It reminds me so much of home–Manhattan and Long Island.
I’m staying in North Myrtle Beach. Am I going to feel like a New Yorker on the lam? Any suggestions for fitting in Southern?