I thought I was finally getting this country. I have pretty much figured out the traffic rules, shrugged off the fact that the TV channels don't just show one episode of a programme, but at least five, back-to-back, and finally discovered that it doesn't rain every night in Florida as I had imagined when I awoke each morning to see wet pavements outside - our resort puts on the sprinklers overnight. (Found that out coming back from Disney last night. My first encounter with sprinklers.)
But Iwas boggled this morning, again, to discover that we have to pay for INCOMING calls! A wrong number woke me up at 8 a.m. Grrr. (Remember I didn't get to bed until 1 a.m.) and AT&T helpfully texted to tell me that I had paid 25 cents for the priviledge of answering the call! Then I had a random sales call for which I paid another 25 cents. What's with that? So now I'm not answering the phone.
We went back to the mall in the afternoon. Gwen, having spent 48 hours thinking about it, had decided that she did want to spend her money on a pair of knee-high pink patchwork Converse.
In the evening Roderic and I returned a third time to Westgate Smokehouse Grill and were finally able to have our date, and a very nice meal using the $50 voucher the timeshare people had bribed us with. I had Shrimp Gumbo and Grits for the first time, and all in all it was worth making the effort.
We spent the rest of the evening packing, ready for our flight to Denver tomorrow. I'll be sorry to leave Florida, it's been a fantastic two weeks and we've had a lot of fun in wonderful sunshine. Ready for the next stage in the adventure now, though.