Wednesday, December 21, 2016
8:45 a.m. Leaving hotel. 37 degrees, sunny but foggy. Noah slept with a carrot all night by accident. He had been snacking on carrots in bed and apparently missed one.
10:00 a.m. Saw a sign that said "Huntsville--22" then several miles later one that said, "Huntsville--34". I asked Mike how that could be, and he looked at me knowingly and said, "Alabama." This state is almost like a foreign country in its strangeness.
10:30 a.m. Ordering sandwiches at a Subway deep in AL. 50 degrees. Feels wonderful. The Subway worker had a
very southern accent. She asked Sarah if she wanted "whaaaaite" bread and Sarah said, "No. Italian, please." I whispered, "It's the same thing in Alabama." When I went to pay, I swiped the credit card and the worker said, "Select your gender." I looked shocked and said, "What?!" Then she pointed to the screen that said, "Select your tender" and I selected credit.
2:00 p.m. gas in Andalusia, AL. 65 degrees! We're all wearing tshirts. No cell service out here. Saw a little dumpy shack with a satellite twice the size of the house.
3:00 p.m. 68 degrees and palm trees! Flea market in Florala. On the same shelf you can find a pink hat that says "Dixie babe", a sock monkey, Confederate flags, and hats like this:
We arrived at the condo just in time to watch the sun set.
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