The trip was long. We started off by going home, so the Hub’s family could lay eyes on him and know that he made it back to the states in one piece. We visited his dad, and then his mom, and then we headed out to Florida. It took about a million hours. There was the usual construction traffic, and in Tallahassee some moron got into an accident and their boat blocked the entire road. We stood still for around an hour while making friends with a hick/effeminate/ghetto-fabulous man driving a Ryder truck.
The beach was utter paradise. The time-share is on a little key outside of Sarasota. It’s a tiny place close to some big-name hotels and other places out of our financial reach. The water is green and people around are like family. This is my eighth year and the teenager who used to hang around us is now an accountant, and the one-year-old next door now has a five-year-old brother. The place is fully equipped with wireless internet, but the Hub banned all blogging and the like and it was an interesting change. I sat, read, napped, frolicked in the ocean, napped again, and ate. I jotted down little thoughts in a notebook and I’m sure they will eventually develop into blog entries.
The sunsets were the best we’ve had in years and the fourth provided us with one helluva an amateur fireworks display. It was a much-need break. On our final night we went to an Italian place in a strip mall that had some of the best food I’ve had in AGES. Family-owned, non-commercialized, delisoso cuisine. Fabulous.
I’m glad to be back to reality. The wacky schedule and lack of sleep have left me ready for my own bed.
PS: You may have noticed my first attempt at photographing my own shoes. Not sure how I feel about the results, but this place has always been a work-in-progress.