Back Home – Once More

Touching a moon stone at Kennedy Space Center (notice the neatly manicured hand ;-))
Touching a moon stone at Kennedy Space Center (notice the neatly manicured hand ;-))
Curved fence to ward off gators from launch platform.
Curved fence to ward off gators from launch platform.

So once again I’m on my way back home. Or we are, I should rather say this time. After an intense work week for my better half and a most interesting and awe-inspiring time for myself, we are looking forward to a little rest at home. Though my beloved husband won’t have too much time for leisure: He’s leaving on Monday again. For once I’m quite glad I can stay home – all the traveling during the last few weeks is starting to wear me out a little. I guess I’m getting old(er).

The blue of U.S. flag on the Vehicle Assembly Building is the size of a basketball court and each stripe as wide as a road lane.
The blue of U.S. flag on the Vehicle Assembly Building is the size of a basketball court and each stripe as wide as a road lane.
The Space Shuttle - a most impressive view.
The Space Shuttle – a most impressive view.

The rest of the time I spent in Florida was most delightful. Aside from some more trips to the store for the love of my life, I went to see the Kennedy Space Center at Cape Canaveral. As is to be expected, everything on display is huge. Gigantic even. It seems like a first step of humbling you as a human being before the vastness of space. And then the whole history involved in everything on display. The trials and horrifying errors on the way to Earth’s orbit, the Moon, Mars and finally outside of the Milky Way. Tragedies and glorious successes lie so close together in this place as do microscopic discoveries and Guinness-book record sized buildings. And don’t even get me started on the whole technological aspect. Awe-e-some!!!

Huddling from the rain at Winter Park (I know it doesn't look rainy but it was positively pouring down).
Huddling from the rain at Winter Park (I know it doesn’t look rainy but it was positively pouring down).

While I was marveling at such human ability, the sight of Florida’s beauty was not wasted on me. Everything is so green and lush that the countryside seems almost blinding in its quality. You expect a Vivaldi sonata to play forth at any moment to pay respect to the countryside’s sheer beauty. I did want to go back and see Winter Falls for I recalled its Southern spirit from a short visit there last year. Unfortunately, that very afternoon I got caught up in a thunderstorm and it was raining hard for exactly the two hours I tried to spend there. So I basically just ran down a couple of blocks to huddle under some awnings, took some rainy pictures and then jogged back to the car. That was somehow disappointing but well; the weather in places other than Texas is simply unpredictable at times.

After all, there were only a few things left on the list that I set up back home before we left:

  • Manicure / Pedicure – Done
  • Cape Canaveral, Kennedy Space Center – Done
  • Daytona Beach / Ormond-by-the-sea / Flagler Beach – Done
  • Melbourne – kind of done; I passed by on the way back from the Space Center
  • Wellington / Palm Beach – Open
  • Tampa / Clearwater – Open
  • Miami (3h one way) – so probably not… – Open
  • Ripley’s Believe it or Not! Orlando Odditorium, Orlando (in case it keeps raining) – Open

So you see there’s still the one or other thing for me to do in case I get the chance to accompany my beloved partner in marriage to Orlando again. By the way, I was very happy to hear that he had a lot of fun at his final event, the one I was organizing some things for. It was a kind of an Awards thing they had and all the districts were asked to dress up according to a chosen theme. Well, my better half’s team choice was “Pulp Fiction” and so he himself decided to pull off John Travolta’s character. So I was chasing after a black suit, a narrow black tie, black shoes and a black wig that had to be cut to the right length since all I could find was a witch wig and that hair was way too long. Though it did take away some of my time it was my pleasure to help and make this event a joyful one for my husband. Mission accomplished 🙂

The typical Swiss National Day snack (on the left): 1. August Weggen.
The typical Swiss National Day snack (on the left): 1. August Weggen.
Gigantic Swiss flag mounted on Säntis.
Gigantic Swiss flag attached to the side of mount Säntis.

As an afterthought I meant to tell you a little about Switzerland’s holiday – the Swiss national day or “Bundesfeiertag” – on the 1st of August. Although the date had been known as the celebration day for the foundation of the Swiss Confederacy since the late 19th century, the day itself was only officially announced a national holiday in 1994, the year I turned 20. The date refers to the drawing up of the Federal Charter of 1291 which according to written documents took place in “early August”.[1] Celebrations are taking place mostly at a local or more often private level. One exception of course being at the historic location of Rütli Meadow above Lake Lucerne, a representational celebration is staged in the location where the legendary pledge of alliance, the Rütlischwur is said to have taken place.[2] Traditions to celebrate the day include decorating private homes and public buildings with Swiss, Cantonal or Municipality flags, enjoying a sturdy farmer’s brunch at a local farm, singing the Swiss national anthem on the top of one’s voice and in the evening lighting lanterns and bonfires and letting off fireworks. And that’s the one envy we have over here: We are not allowed to let off our own fireworks or lighting big fires because of the drought. Ah well, you simply can’t have it all 😉

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