Wow. I just realized I haven't written on my blog since last weekend! I completely forgot to post a church pic on Sunday. Well, I could post one now, but it would be kind of random... so I'll wait till next Sunday.
Palm Beach was intense. I'm so glad to be back home, nestled in my own little room, in the great New York City. Strange how accustomed I have grown to this city that never sleeps. In Palm Beach I kept wishing for a Duane Reade corner drugstore so that I could run out and get a Diet Coke or a chapstick or whatever I needed, whenever I needed it. But no, I couldn't even find a store that sold Coke products within walking distance of my hotel! Finally, three days into my trip, I found a Coca Cola machine in an alley behind a movie theater, but Pepsi had some sort of strange monopoly in that town.
The other thing I couldn't believe about Palm Beach was the plastic surgery. It was out of control! Probably three out of four women I saw had had some kind of work done. And the others, more often than not, were wearing the most ridiculous jewelry and clothes. I just don't understand how those people can look in the mirror and think they look normal.
My workdays were intense there--I had to be at the show from 10 a.m. to 7:30 every day, and we'd get so busy that there would never be time for lunch. I think I only had lunch one day out of the five days I was working at the show. But somehow I was blessed with reserves of energy, because by the end of most days I wouldn't even feel very hungry or tired. Still, I would always try and beg off having dinner with my bosses, so I could go off and have some free time, and I'd go swimming in the hotel pool or soak in the hot tub. I ordered room service for the first time in my life, and found it to be a delightful experience.
What else can I say about Palm Beach? I never saw the sunlight, except for about an hour each morning before I arrived at the show. Sometimes I'd go for a morning run, and get a smoothie for breakfast on the way back. I enjoyed seeing the greenery, the white marsh birds everywhere, and the cutesy stucco buildings. I watched the third largest implosion to ever take place, when they imploded an old condo on Flagler Avenue to make room for a new development. That was pretty awesome.
There were crickets chirping in the bushes at night and even mosquitoes flying around!
It was a long, interesting, stressful, busy, tiring, but entertaining trip. I'm so extremely glad it is behind me! Compared to Palm Beach, this city is cold and gray and edged with piles of dirty snow and ice, but I love it.