Dear Virginia Beach..

..you’re not so bad! Found Wilma (written on her boob) on the walk to lunch today. Later during lunch a lady sat down on a nearby bench and told us things, including: that our Subway sandwiches looked exotic (her opening statement), that she had picked up someone else’s glasses at the pool and wouldn’t be able to see for a week, also she could probably get a lot of exercise if she walked the whole boardwalk, and lastly that she hadn’t been able to do anything in a long time because her husband died on March 24. What?