It’s warmer today, and less windy. We were able to get into the water – it’s a little chilly – but there’s no swimming, really. The surf is a little too powerful on the Atlantic side. Maybe Ted will get up the nerve to take a boogie board out there, but the beach patrol isn’t recommending it.
The thing I like most about this particular stretch of Florida coast, at this particular time of year, is that all the people on the beach are old and pudgy, like us. Some older, some pudgier, some with leathery saggy skin from too much sun. I love them all!
When we’d had our fill of salty waves, we spent an hour in the pool, floating aimlessly. A little lunch on the patio, a little gloating  blogging, and I’m thinking it’s a great day.
Gloat away. I’m happy for you (through clenched teeth as I sit with my box of kleenex and a cold.) It looks beautiful. May your soul be restored. p.s. I love at the end of your tag cloud it says “travel victim writing.”
The beach looks beautiful and certainly is warmer than Las Vegas – we had about an inch of snow here on Monday. Enjoy your vacation!