Last week was weird. I mean, yay for America celebrating its birthday whenever the hell it wants (on a Wednesday, geez!), but it made the week just weird. Like there were two Mondays or something. Anyway, B took me to Orlando this past weekend. And it was a great treat from him. Especially after some of the things I went through last week.
We spent the majority of the Fourth in a friend’s pool, drinking vodka cranberry and reading Fifty Shades:
|Stella’s birthday bone!|
|Vodka cranberry in an AU cup. Anything better? nope.|
|E’s dog, that I tried to talk B into adopting since they are moving. I mean, she could be Stell’s twin!|
|Vulcan. Where they shoot the fireworks. We had great seats this year!! Minus the kid playing the harmonica next to us. That took about three seconds before it got old.|
|B and Stell. It was her first time to go see the fireworks. Needless to say, she hated it and was scared the whole time.|
Then came Orlando. We went to this fantastic Cuban restaurant…Havana. *yes, I get it. A little cliche, but what are ya gonna do?
|Personal sangria bottle. Holla!|
|This was the best garlic bread I’ve ever eaten.|
|The inside. We were definitely the only non-Hispanic people in this place.|
|Churrasco. Recommended by our server. And with good reason.|
|Plantains. Or what I like to call, little pieces of heaven.|
|B had fried pork bits. And they were so good. They were even delicious reheated as a snack.|
This place was nestled behind a million chain restaurants, behind a million tourists right next to nothing. If ever down there, I highly recommend giving it a shot.