Palm Crest Resort Motel
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... to go out for dinner, but when I saw the rib-eyes at Publix, I could go no further. Ken had pitta bread and coleslaw and I had a pound of beef with mushrooms and broccoli. Mmmmmm - beef iron...
And that's it for the time being. It looks like we'll be here for a while, waiting for parts to arrive. After much angst about which chart plotter to get, we've decided. Joey the electronics whiz is ...
... Fort Myers before dark.
At 1.00 pm on Sunday, we duly presented ourselves at Border security, having left Nancy surrounded by vicious oysters in the mangroves, and caught a forty dollar taxi to the Airport.
And we thought we'd had a bad day on the ocean!
We didn't have visas, and getting visa waivers was going to cost $585 each. My mind's eye flew back to the South ...
... so stressful what with all these decisions. And I haven't even mentioned our iPod or theirs. Jazz or classic rock? Lexus or Forester? Bikes or walk? Sitcom or drama?
Fortunately, because we have spent so much time together these past few years, we have arrived at easy answers to the many decisions foisted upon us and enjoyed a marvellous and decadent week together. Whether it was a 12,000 step lap of the North end of the ...
... sold for $700,000! We stopped at a place that sold liquor yesterday on Carabelle - it was the smallest liquor store I've been in. Everything available was displayed on shelves behind the counter. You selected what you wanted and the lady got it for you. We wanted a bottle of white wine and they didn't have a lot of options so we picked a moscato white wine. The area where we're staying is just a couple of miles west of Carabelle. The park is neat, clean and well ...
... this morning. I retraced my steps to the house coming across a few more cats along the way. Most were sitting in front of their homes (or where I thought they might live) and intently gawking at each movement of my feet until I was far enough from their front steps to no longer be a threat. The birds happily sang their morning songs and enjoyed another day in paradise. A red car sped past me with an older gentleman at the wheel and a very ...