IT’S FAMILY VACATION TIME!
I am currently in Hilton Head Island, South Carolina for a lovely family vacation, even including Mr. Ian Rinehart, my older brother/photo-blogger-extraordinaire (His photos are seriously beautiful and you should really check them out).
Starting when I was three and Ian was seven, we used to come here every year for a week of beach relaxation and mini-golf, however we haven’t been back in about four years. Although the hotel has been renovated, shops have closed with new ones taking their place, and I have outgrown my desire to participate in some mini-golf tom foolery, the classic dynamic of brother-sister bickering/teasing has stayed the course. I do have to say that we are far wittier than when we were little, and plenty more amusing.
For your enjoyment, here are some photos and snippits from some quality family time:
A water slide and awesome grilling/eating area was added to one of the pools by our room, among other renovations. I’ve yet to enjoy the water slide, but plan to do so ASAP!
Awwww. Ian, dad, and myself in the pool, with mom taking the photo. Adorable.
Today, we had lunch and spent some time in Savannah after the fam picked me up from the airport. Besides Ian taking tons of pictures of the beautiful and old buildings of the town, I found quite a bit of Barnard floating about…well, not my Barnard, but some Barnard nonetheless. Naturally, I took photos and Instagramed each case:
My first Barnard spotting. I was quite excited, and I even had my Barnard Alumnae bag to snag a photo with the sign:
The spottings continued:
Some Barnard fella was quite the hit in Georgia. After some in depth research (erm…the “Barnard” Wikipedia page), I’ve determined it’s in honor of Barnard Elliott Bee, Jr., a Confederate general from the Civil War and not John G. Barnard, a Union general and brother of dear old Barnard College’s namesake. Well now that you have that bit of pointless information, lets move on to some choice family moments, shall we?
Here are some selected quotations from the day. A bit of background info, it was beastly hot here today. Just imagine what it’s like in the subways: that very hot air that sits there, stifling you as you pray for the dirty gusts of air summoned by the approaching trains. Minus the dirtiness, that’s what it felt like in Savannah.
Ian has his camera with him and is taking photos, some of which will appear on his blog at a later date. We love his photos, so everyone has gotten into the habit of pointing out things we think look interesting. This results in lots of stopping in the hot, hot heat to photograph the surroundings, along with exchanges along the following line:
Mom – “Stop the car! Ian. Look at those shutters! So interesting, right?”
Ian – “Yeah, definitely. Totally interesting.”
Mom/Me – [very seriously] “Get out of the car.”
And then Ian sighs, exits the car, and proceeds to take photos and sweat.
I was typing this exchange into my phone’s notes because I found it so amusing, and as I was doing so, my mom chimed in:
Mom – Did you mention the temperature? It’s 99 degrees.
Me – Yeah, that doesn’t sound so crazy hot though.
Mom – Exaggerate then. Say it’s 104.
Ian – Say it’s 340 degrees.
Mom – Say it’s like the surface of Venus.
Ian – Say it’s the temperature at which sweat immediately breaks out all over your body.
He also had a little song about how hot and sweaty he was (My face is sweaty, my back is sweaty, my front is sweaty, [whisper] my crotch is sweaty). Clearly my suaveness runs in the family.
We saw quite a few open air trolleys. Basically, a dozen or so people load into a “bus” with no windows to endure the heat as someone drones on about the history of Savannah. We have experienced this before. The situation looks and is miserable:
Ian – Tell me. Does anyone there look happy? Is anyone smiling?
The final exchange of the day that I will relay to you makes me feel like neither my brother nor I have aged at all from our earlier trips to Hilton Head. We passed a restaurant, and my mom wanted to know if it got good reviews on Yelp. She asked my brother to look it up on his phone, however he “delegated” the task to me. When I ignored him, the following occurred:
Ian – I’m gonna sneeze on you if you don’t look it up. … You’re lucky. The sneeze is going away. I’m gonna look into the sun until I have to sneeze again, and then I’m gonna sneeze on you.
Love you too E! We are just so mature.
And now I’ll leave you with an adorable baby otter covering his/her eyes. DAWWWWWW.