After much agonizing and whining, I booked a vacation. So yes, Fringeland moved south for a week, and I’m now back on the terrace. This will be the first of several posts about, and pictures of, our trip. I didn’t post about it beforehand because of weirdness. First of all, it had been so long since we took a vacation, all I did was stress about it. Second, right after we booked it, obviously, the girl started to not do so well, so…more stress. Packing up for a road trip to a beach break is simple, right? A few bikinis, a few towels, comfy traveling clothes, and you’re done. Not in Fringeland. We don’t go out often, and we vacation much less often, so when we’re away, I like to have some nice clothes for going out, and all the makeup I generally don’t wear, and the hair dryer and the straightening iron that I don’t end up using, and no less than four anti-frizz products to keep my hair weighed down in the humidity and breezes. Then there’s an entire small suitcase of meds for Husband and the girl. Yes, I want the comfy traveling clothes, but I also want to look decent, just in case. My version of “wear good underwear in case you get into an accident” is wear decent clothes in case the car breaks down, or someone gets sick and I end up needing to meet strange doctors in a strange hospital, or or or. See what I mean? Stress! Sure it’s self inflicted, but I can’t help it, goes with the whole vivid imagination thing. And maybe a dash of experience.
Man Child wasn’t able to come with us, but we were still a crowded vehicle; me, Husband, Art Child, Nerd Child, one of my godsons (Mr Goodheart), Mother-In-Law, and all our assorted crapola. We didn’t bring Little Incredibly Dumb Dog, because I didn’t book said vacation early enough, and all the affordable places within walking distance to the beach that were pet friendly were booked. A huge, huge thank you to El Fab for taking care of my little beast, the container garden, AND the tank. I literally took thousands of pictures while we were gone, it’s going to take a bit to sort through them all. My intention was to blog and post pics while away, but once we were there, I just didn’t want to. Sorry! So I’ll break up my pics and stories into a few posts, and put them up here as I sort them. In other words, warning: the next few Mrs Fringe posts will be photo intensive. Maybe by the time I’ve finished I’ll have stopped sobbing because I want to go back and stay there–but I doubt it!
While on the road, we always stay in low-budget motels, whenever/wherever we are when we just have to crash. Gives us a little more leeway while we’re actually at our destination, and it seems like a waste of funds to spend more on a room you’re literally only going to sleep in. On the way down, we stayed in what must have been the worst (though not the least expensive) motel we’ve ever stayed in. The manager was friendly and chatty, though. He generously offered to give me a tea bag from his personal kitchen, asked Husband “is that a Mexican name?” (all Latino names = Mexican, right? sometimes, and sometimes Dominican, Spaniard, Puerto Rican, South American…), and while I was telling our crew to get out of the car and unload, he proceeded to tell Husband about the woman who had walked in behind us–as she was standing there–how she asked to see a room, used the bathroom while she was in said “clean” room, and was menstruating and now he had to clean up blood. Thanks for sharing a bit of your life, buddy!
And now, pics from this too-grossly-funny to be believed motel, and the first morning on the beach.
Though the island is only about 13 hours from where we live, and we planned to break it up into two days of traveling, we hit every traffic jam possible (seriously–at our first coffee and pee break, we tried to get back on the highway and it was completely shut down because of an accident) and so didn’t arrive until early evening of the second day.
Still wondering why I’m sobbing about having to leave?

These seemed to be a beach/sand morning glory. Each morning at sunrise the buds were closed, by the time I came back out at 9am or so they were open.
Lovely beach pictures! That washcloth is…..well, maybe it’s just aged like lace, not….no, I can’t really justify that 😉
Glad you had a nice trip, looking forward to reading the rest of the series!
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Hahaha, Jen–I’d have been happy to term it ecru, but it was decidedly yellow. Which I suppose, in the scheme of things, could have been worse 😀 Thank you, I’m glad you’re enjoying!
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Oh Mrs Fringe, even with the worries and packing and all, you did it! YAY!!! I had to laugh when I saw pix of that motel room. Laugh and cringe. Yikes!!! I do get your reasoning for staying in budget motels, we tend to do that, too. And sometimes, you get a little gem. Although, I remember one we stayed at, so darling in and out, but the walls were paper-thin and our next door neighbors threatened to kill each other until cops came at four a.m. and threw them out. . .
Your lovely, lovely beach makes up for anything and everything, I bet. So beautiful!!!! Looking forward to more, more, more!!!
xo kk
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We did it for sure! Yes, that beautiful beach makes up for all–and the place we stayed once we were there was lovely. Budget motels aren’t always cozy, but they always make for great stories. 😉
❤
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Wonderful photos! How lovely! And your motel stay reminded me of The Mean Lady Lodge we stayed in, one Christmas in Connecticut. The Mean Lady was furious that her husband had agreed to take our booking (four months before, from Australia) and said that we could stay, but we had to be quiet, there would be no food provided and we could use the back entrance that led straight to our room. For a week.
Her husband kept coming in to sneak us biscuits and things – all the shops were closed BECAUSE IT WAS CHRISTMAS! – and said “But please eat them outside. She looks for crumbs.”
Outside was five feet of snow, and our car was snowed in from the first night.
*sigh* It’s one of our favourite holidays to remember – she was SO MEAN! I’d go back in a heartbeat. 🙂
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hahaha, welcome to America, eh? 😛
And thank you! I’m still on a beach and road trip high. 😀
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To be fair, she was the only mean person we met. And I fell in love with all the young men who kept offering me their seats on the subway. What darling boys!
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The only one? Damn, we’re slacking. I mean, great! And yes, those polite young men are sweet, aren’t they? 🙂
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First great photos,
Second when we travel Tim and I usually stay in budget motels as well, some a good some are not so good. but usually it is only for one night at a time
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Thanks, Joanne 🙂 Lots of us budget travelers here in Fringeland 😉
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Love the beach shots mrs. f! So glad you went on vacation- you deserve it. ❤
Diana xo
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Thanks Diana!
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Your budget motel pictures amused me. We’ve been on a cross-country road trip for over a month now, and we have stayed in some rather questionable motels, so I can relate to your crusty towels, etc. We even found a bed bug once. That was very unsettling. The good thing about experiencing dumpy places, though, is that when you get to a nice hotel, you appreciate the nice place a lot more.
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Road tripping for a month? Nice! Except for the bed bug, not so nice at all. 😦 It’s true, when we got to the island, the apartment we stayed in (which was quite nice under any circumstances) seemed like a palace. 😀 I hope you’re having a great trip–and shoot me an email if you come to NY!
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have i missed where you went? the Carolinas?
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Hilton Head Island, off the coast of South Carolina. The closest city is Savannah, in Georgia, so it’s all the way south. 😀
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