sexuality singled us out.
The day after our drunken adventure was spent in bed, reading, and being
very, very quiet. Summed up in my journal with the following sentence: Took a
while to get going!
The day after this we rose early, fully recovered - with the exception of
my pride. We had planned to have Sunday brunch the day before, but I was
blatantly in no state for eating until the afternoon, so I made it up to Emma on
the Monday morning. We went to Flagler's Hotel, very posh, and finally put the
memory of the Four Seasons in New York to rest by being able to afford the
breakfast buffet. We sat looking out to sea as we pigged on bacon, sausage,
eggs and 'make your own' waffles.
From the hotel we drove to the marina for a spot of parasailing -
perhaps not the obvious choice after such a greasy meal! However, I had
never parasailed and with just four days left of our adventure we decided to
treat ourselves and knew the budget would stretch to it. We shared the boat
with a family of four, and half of them had the first ride before it was our turn.
We got buckled into life jackets and harnesses, stood on the back of
the boat and then, whoosh! The views were amazing and the experience
exhilarating; however I did think I was going to wet myself. This was not due
to fear of heights or of water, but resulted from the more mundane cause of a
full bladder. Honest. We had a water proof camera with us and now have
lovely closes ups of each others faces - we could not lean far away from each
other - and of our feet. During the trip they dunked us three times. We had
been pre-warned they would get our feet wet, but seeing as the water reached