We came in to Melbourne Beach last night after an uneventful airplane ride. After 12 hours sleep we woke up and hit the beach. The fun didn't last long, though. Nick was stung by a Portugese Man O'War and we had to go to the doctor. The nice doctor Netter helped him feel a lot better and now we're back in business. 

We're looking in to getting baseball tickets for tomorrow (the Tigers have spring training here in Florida) but the girls and I might just stay here by the beach. Life doesn't get much better than this!