Literally! Today's infrequent post comes to you from Marco Island, FL. I've been coming down here on vacation for 15 years and each time I'm amazed that more people don't flock here. It's relatively inexpensive and much quicker to get to from the northeast than Aruba or Jamaica. Plus you're still on U.S. soil, which, given my cousin's current stranded state in Bangkok, is nothing to sneeze at. Of course, I think that now, but when we visit during the season I curse every old person in the ridiculous traffic and have to remind myself that a drive that takes me 10 minutes in November will take 45 in February.
We've been here a week now and both completely decompressed almost instantly. In fact, it's been tough to motivate myself to get up and walk the 8/10 of a mile down the street to our favorite beach restaurant for dinner and a show -- the show being a fantastic sunset. VPH has been asking to go for about 4 days now and finally today I mustered the energy.
The view from our beach-front table:
Hints of the beauty to come, but I included here because 10 years ago I para-sailed from this very spot. Wish I had a digital camera back then, although I imagine I would have been too nervous to bring it up with me:
We left our beach-side table and walked out onto the beach:
It's a sugar sand beach:
VPH walked down to the water, put a toe in and turned right around. We're a little spoiled by the 82-degree heated pool at the condo:
Not sure which of these is the best:
But this is my desktop background for the foreseeable future:
Hope you're all as relaxed and joyous as VPH and I are tonight. Happy Thanksgiving!
P.S. I have to say thank you, Mom!