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Weather-wise, today must be considered a setback. I mercilessly kept my shorts on, but tomorrow I'll bring out something long again if it doesn't get warm again.

The day started with a special encounter. We wanted to make a second attempt to visit a flea market. However, on the highway, the rearview mirror suddenly became colorful. We thought it was a good idea to pull over to the right side. The officer came to our passenger side, speaking loudly but also difficult to understand. He checked the vehicle papers and driving license before explaining that in Florida, if you see a blue light on the roadside, you drive all the way to the left, 20 mph below the speed limit. I stayed obediently on the right and wondered why I was driving alone. Apparently, the fact that we're from Germany was a good excuse, and he wished us a good journey and a pleasant vacation. It remains... I like the cops!

The flea market in Gulf Breeze is open on Saturdays and Sundays from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., or so it says, but there was nothing going on there, not even a single stand... okay, we unanimously decided never to drive extra miles for a flea market again.

We continued to Fort Morgan, the first tip of Alabama, located off the coast of Mobile Bay. It was raining by now, and it was pretty uncomfortable. However, you could imagine how great it would be here in good weather. All the houses were on stilts, each one shining in a different bright color, nestled in the rolling dunes of snow-white sand.

At the end of this peninsula, we had to continue with a car ferry. $18 for car + driver and another $6 for each additional passenger. We still had about 30 minutes until the ferry was supposed to come, time to recline the seat and engage with LAYS. It was lunchtime, after all.

Then we drove across. The sea was quite rough, but the ferry didn't seem to care. The trip took about 25 minutes, and the opposite land is not in sight. But we arrived in Dauphin Island without any problems. Mardi Gras has also left its mark here. Mailboxes, houses, trees, bushes, and palms. Everywhere you can see beaded necklaces, flags in gold, purple, and green. The classic colors of Mardi Gras. Gold/yellow for strength, green for trust, and purple for justice.

We arrive at the Red Roof Inn Midtown Mobile before the actual check-in time. Luckily, we find a clean room, and our well-founded concerns based on our experiences in Griffin, Georgia have disappeared. We wanted to rest a bit as we got up early and the weather was not inviting. Nadine woke me up shortly before 8... ooops.

Doesn't matter - we're on vacation. Quickly got ready and off to Red Lobster. Nadine really wanted to try one, so we did. There was a Red Lobster restaurant just under 2 miles away.

Nadine was supposed to choose the lobster she wanted to eat from the live lobster tank... she said... oh no, I can't do it if it looks like that. Then our very friendly waitress asked, after telling us how long she has been looking for the Converse shoes Nadine was wearing, she asked Nadine how big the lobster should be, it goes by weight. Nadine answered decisively, a small one would be absolutely sufficient... "okay, a Baby Killer - cool" was the very entertaining reply. By the way, we had no idea how much it would cost, but we didn't want to let that influence us. By the way, I ordered 12 shrimp with mashed potato and coleslaw.

Nadine was given a Red Lobster bib and a short instruction on how to handle the cute, unfortunately, dead little creatures. A pair of pliers, like the ones I know from cracking nuts at home during Christmas time, were provided to open the claws.

The delicate meat was then drizzled with lemon juice and dipped in melted butter. Despite the associated work, Nadine looked very satisfied. We were both really full and ate seafood in style at the Gulf of Mexico.

Afterwards, we drove towards downtown. Dauphine Street runs through the whole city, and downtown was still bustling with life at this time, loud music, colorful hustle and bustle. We decided to come back tomorrow noon. At 12 o'clock, 2 Mardi Gras parades also pass through downtown. We want to experience that here in Mobile. Did you know that Mobile is actually the birthplace of Mardi Gras?

More tomorrow when we head to New Orleans!

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