Coming off a dream trip in Florida, with my husband in my family’s cute vacation home, the day we returned turned into a nightmare.
Starting out super great, we found a little restaurant in a beautiful area that we haven’t been before with a great view.
The next day was MY BIRTHDAY! (May 18) 36- the best year so far!
celebrated with my gift of a FREE starbucks drink- and the hubby got me a new cup!!
My husband and I went down to Lido Beach in Sarasota Florida and took the day to relax.
Beautiful sky and beautiful weather.
We went to my favorite restaurant by Lido beach in St. Armands Circle, Cha cha coconuts, a very tropical restaurant serving up food with a “Floribbean” flare.
We indulged in Conch fritters, with a cute little drink Limin’ da coconut in a monkey head shaped coconut that also doubles as a coin bank.
There was so much great seafood that we had to indulge in, and we were so in the mood for seafood, being at the beach. We got some oysters at the Siesta Keys Oyster Bar that were done perfectly, the Oysters Rockefeller. Never giving oysters a real chance, I went into the experience with an open mind, and they actually taste pretty good.
All was great and gorgeous down there, until the last day when storm clouds rolled in. The beach wasn’t such a welcoming spot with red “DANGER” flags warning all inexperienced swimmers away from the water.
And that was only the first foreshadowing event before the return flight.
That afternoon, and the next morning were bright and sunny. “Turn back,” I told him, “let’s go back to the beach…” but we were already over the Siesta bridge and close to our temporary ‘home’. Everything was bright and sunny, until after we arrived at the airport.
The heavens opened up. At the Sarasota airport, it was just rain; heavy rain. That delayed us; we didn’t leave Sarasota to get to a big Atlanta airport for 6 1/2 hours after we were initially supposed to leave. On the first airplane I felt we were hijacking onto, we got put on the standby list, after calling us up to see if they had enough room for us they then assigned our seats. It made me feel incredibly uncomfortable to “squeeze us on the flight”; we literally got the last row in the back of the plane, with no windows so my sense of claustrophobia took control. I was so dehydrated, I drank 2 separate liter bottles of water and a half before being ushered onto our connecting flight from Atlanta getting us back to DC. Without time to run to the restroom-like I could go anyway- (sarcasm) we had no time even if I did have to go! I held it until our 11/2 hr flight was over- but by then I was pretty positive I would toss my cookies anyway from all the turbulence.
Matt said it, and he put into words exactly what I’ve been feeling, he said ‘It only took me a week away to remember how much I appreciate our home’. That is SO what you have to do all the time though (or should do, anyway)- you need to think about what you have, and appreciate it. Sure, you can go off to sunny Florida or another different place for a week, but then you come back and return to what is your “normal”. Burke, Virginia is much more my style than the tropical summer all the time Florida; I am so thankful for my NORMAL.
Plus, if you think there are some crazy drivers in N. VA- you need to check out all the drivers in Florida. Much crazier.
On the bright side, it was VERY nice to see the tropical side and get the mood for summer