I Love Vacation

Today was great. We started off by doing that thing that families do -spending quality time together. Making memories. Being happy. Telling stories. And, in my family, taking pictures of everything funny or beautiful that we see.

Then Mom and I ran some errands which included a lot of stopping the car and walking around and taking pictures of beautiful and interesting things we saw around New Bern. The story follows:


This was my Day After Christmas present from Aunt S. Mom the vegetarian can't eat it, so she misses out. I got it! Ji-Soo homie, you and me are all over this when I get back to Brooklyn, ok? I have recently been really fascinated with packaging and am in love with this blue and red and yellow.



This is what it looks like when you unwrap a block of Nestle Abuelita's chocolate for making hot coco. I took a quarter of this and melted it with half a cup of soy milk and half a cup of 2% milk and a half a cup of sugar. Mom and Aunt S and I all thought this picture made the chocolate look like a chocolate cake. I love that I think like my mom and aunt. This block is about the size of a hockey puck.


As we were sitting around this morning we heard a thump and saw something fall in the front of the RV. Turns out we had a suicidal banana. It "unzipped" itself, to use Mom's word, and threw itself on the seat below.




Here is the scene of the crime. We had a good laugh over this. We took pictures. I picked up the unzipped banana and put it on the table and went back to doing the dishes. Two minutes later we heard it again.




I guess misery loves company. This banana had unzipped itself also and thrown itself off the hook and towards its friend. This one missed the chair and landed on the floor next to the heat vent.



I went back to melting Abuelita's chocolate with milk but had to stop immediately because it looked so cool I had to take a picture. Why does it look so cool?


Abuelita's chocolate turned into buelit chocolate.





Then Mom and I went driving to do some errands and found ourselves on a road we didn't need to be on. We pulled over to turn around but really just stopped and I got out and took pictures of this building, because I fell in love with it.


And I also fell in love with this one.


And this one. Mom says, "Imagine the conversations that have happened on that porch."


After we had dropped off the pounds of extra fruit at the shelter, we stopped at the cemetery. I was in love with these crape myrtle trees (don't get too impressed, I only know what they are called and how to spell it because Aunt S told me). The wood is smooth and polished and looks like muscle.


New Bern Cemetery.


Spanish moss on crape myrtle.


And now begins the onslaught of gravestone pictures. They were beautiful. Mesmerizing. Mysterious. We only left the graveyard because Mom and I got cold. I also had to poop but I didn't tell Mom that.



















There are a lot more cemetery pictures that I would be happy to share if you are interested, but for now enough is enough. Next, we stopped next to some modern sculptures or herons made our of car parts, took some pictures of historical landmarks, including the childhood home of photographer Bayard Wootten and then we found this guy in front of the Sudan Shriner monument: