Bugs

I grew up from 13-27 in Miami, Florida, total humidity and tropical showers that flooded the highways.  It  didn’t bother me at all, the nights were gorgeous and during the day if we were not at the beach we were in air conditioning. 

When I first moved to LA I was literally freezing, I did not understand the concept of layering, or the jean culture.  Every outfit for girls was jeans and a cute top, and it could vary from casual to a night out.  Jeans have never been my friend, my hips never looked quite right in them, the only ones that have ever really fit were 7 for all mankind.  That is what was great about Miami, it was so hot, that everyone wore as little as possible, and the Cuban girls were curvy and loving to work it, good times J

So Atlanta this time of year gets white humid, and I am so not used to it anymore.  We went to Miami last August for my 20 year high school reunion, it was liked getting hugged and sometimes choked by the humidity.  Atlanta is not that bad, but the temperatures are high, in the 90’s, and when it rains the bugs are everywhere.  It rained before we came, and when we got there it was the perfect weather, just like when LA has the perfect weather, then it got hot, the last day we were there it sprinkled.  My kids were playing outside non stop with their cousins.  Their oldest cousin loves bugs, and introduced my son to all kinds of insect delights.  He has a glass that he puts them all in, likes to collect, and the other day he found a centipede.  My son did not know that word, and he was excited to announce they found a “recipe.

So after the rain the bugs must have come out in full force, on our way home we noticed our kids were covered head to toe in bug bites.  I was telling my husband that as much as he liked the properties and the prices, the humidity and bugs were not his cup of tea – he is a cleanaholic – the kids were filthy before their bedtime shower.  I am happy they had a chance to get in the dirt and in the woods, I hope this vacation will be ingrained in their memory.

We are looking for an RV park/resort/campground to stay in tonight, on our way here, driving through Texas we stopped to get gas, actually diesel, our RV is called a diesel pusher, and is powered like the huge trucks you see on the road.  I saw all of these little black bugs that looked like grasshoppers.  I asked the girl at the travel shop and she said they were crickets and they are everywhere, she always has to sweep them out of the bathroom – YUCK – they were everywhere.  I don’t know if I have ever seen a cricket – only heard the noises.

Reports from our journey home coming up tomorrow,

Coach Yulia

Hangin' in the RV