After about an hour, we loaded back up and headed to Wal-Mart. I hate Wal-Mart. I hate Wal-Mart worse on weekends. Even more on holidays. The most on holidays at the beach. There were a thousand people at Wal-Mart. We just wanted to grab our groceries and get out of there as fast as we could without being trampled. Wal-Mart was so busy that there were only four empty grocery carts at the front door. There were people lined up outside with carts full of stuff they had purchased waiting for who-knows-what. A shuttle? A bus? Just hanging out? It was a madhouse. We made it out and went to our condo. It was a good size and nice if a little bare. We opted for a condo with two bedrooms so that Luke could be in his room alone for sleeping. It had a wonderful view of the ocean from the balcony, but no chairs to sit on. We cooled off, unpacked, and made dinner. The fact that it was furnished with our same furniture made it feel more homey--they had the same barstools as we do (and they are of the same craftmanship--wobbly, a bit lopsided, and dropping screws) and the breakfast table was the cafe version of ours. This is Luke getting stuck under the barstool.
The next morning was the 4th so we all got up early to head downtown for the parade. It didn't capture Luke's attention right away, but he eventually got into it. We had to all be aware for flying candy and beads. Luke got a flag and waved it for a bit.
Here's Luke with his FAVORITE toy--piggy and the coins. Piggy came with us on vacation and Luke was practicing depositing his money while I was cooking supper one evening.