On our recent visit to Florida, we planned for a carefree and slow-paced week. It did work for the most part but that all changed once we discovered several shopping mecca in different neighborhoods.
It all started with the record store which my husband found first, then the strip that resembles the guitar center the outlets at orange in California, then the endless shops at the premium outlets. As expected we needed to go to each his and her own store because my husband spent most of his time at the record and music store. For some reason, he was fascinated at the shiny new guitars that were on display as well as the rare and collectible vinyl records. In fact, I won’t be surprised if he suddenly add guitars to his collectibles. As many of my readers already know, my husband is an avid collector and it is not far fetch if he also ventures into collecting guitars.
As far as I was concerned, I was just happy browsing around the different outlet shops. I did make a dent to my husband’s pocket and that is all that I’m saying. Needless to say, I came back to New York happy.