Florida is Far.

From the Pacific Northwest, at least. Literally and figuratively. I got off the plane (the second of the two) this evening and was hit with that weird sensation of being in an alien climate. It's unlike anything, really. The immediate sticky slick on the flesh, every pore simultaneously absorbing and purging.

But, I'm on vacation, in the home of amazing, hilarious, fascinating hosts. Humidity be damned! I'm sipping sauvignon blanc under a fan at the moment - I could definitely get used to this. Oh, and here is the pile of reading materials I've brought to prop me up this week:
- Bali & Lombok - Lonely Planet
- The New Yorker - food issue
- Promo Magazine
- Brandweek (finished on plane #1)
- The NY Times from this past Sunday, plus NYT Magazine (finished on plane #2)
- Chow - some new foodie mag
- In Style
- The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency - Kate swears by it

Do you think that's enough? You've now been afforded a view into an actual cross-section of my brain. (Oh, but Us Weekly is missing - add that, theoretically, at least.)