Last week I found myself flying to Vero Beach, Florida with my friend, Becca. How could I pass up an invitation to the beach? We went to a small, gated community on the water and stayed with her grandmother, a 90 year old fire-cracker of a woman. As we toured the area of Vero, I quickly found that no one in town occupied our age group. Every person was either over the age of 40 or under the age of 15. I learned quite a bit on this trip. The elderly in Florida love their tans, and their booze. It's manatee mating season and they like to do it in three's. Blue Heron's are as tall as me. I've learned the true meaning of tar-heals by walking on a dirty beach. Rollerblading and strong allergy medications are not a good combo. And although perfect weather can never be guaranteed, you can still get a tan with overcast skies :)
this was the view from our bedroom!
