|Happy Birthday, U.S.A. Looking good at 238.|
My friend Jen, who once joined me on the cheapest trip of our lives to the Bahamas, moved to Virginia about two years ago, where she took on a gig as a college-professor-slash-full-grown-up-person. I visited her in Norfolk last summer, where we caught up, re-watched Zoolander (because Zoolander), and explored the city's beautiful residential neighborhoods.
I'm from Miami, which is an unusual, infuriating, lively, screwed-up, wonderfully wacky city. I love the palm trees and the humidity and the Cuban pastries and the water views from friends' condos. But, man, sometimes I just long for a house with a veranda and a rocking chair, you know? Enter Norfolk.
|Seriously, EVERY house looked like this|
|I mean, come on, people.|
I envy that Jen gets to step outside her apartment building and enjoy a quiet stroll in such a lovely neighborhood. Let's stroll with Jen.
|This is me, strolling|
|Appreciating the beautiful architecture|
|Big freaking battleship|
Below, a series of photos of me acting a fool in the battleship. I'm on a boat!
|Still not getting the whole mermaid thing, but I'll play along; |
also, mermaids have enormous heads, apparently
For more pictures of my trip to Virginia, visit my photo gallery.