Despite a late-breaking sty (thus adding to my growing list of travel ailments, which includes giardia, a bacterial infection on my lip, and countless episodes of sun stroke), we managed to eke a bit of fun out of our whirlwind trip to visit the in-laws in Bradenton, Florida.

Being deathly pale, I made sure to wear a T-shirt, capris, and thick sunblock, but others at the beach seemed nonplussed by the dangers of skin cancer. Alas, their foolhardiness is surprisingly picturesque,

Well, until July, that is. I can’t wait for the installation of four waterfalls around New York’s waterfront, a project to be carried out by Icelandic artist Olafur Eliasson and backed by the city and the Public Art Fund. Call me a faddist (Yo, Christo! J-C! Loved the Gates!) or easily impressed, but something about ambitious, aggressive displays of art out in the open just makes my heart race.