Darren and flew down to Tampa on Friday night and arrived shortly before midnight. Darren's brother-in-law, Jeff, picked us up and drove us back to his house, where we stayed up way too late drinking wine, talking with Darren's sister, Sonna, and cooing over seven-week-old Anna.
I'd only been to Florida one other time, a short stay in Orlando in 1989. Icky.
So, rather unfairly, my expectations for our destination could best be described as "hot and sticky suburban wasteland." It was definitely hot and sticky, but the town was charming, full of character, and (ooh, the envy!!) extremely walkable.
We went for a tasty Saturday lunch in the center of town, near this gigantic old oak tree.
Throughout our stay, I found myself fascinated by the zillions of little lizards that scurried about wherever I looked. Here's a rather big one who did me the favor of posing for my camera. Most were a third this size.
A handsome friend and I ate breakfast at a great little bar and grill just a few minutes' walk from Sonna's house.
Here's a bit of local culinary color. I had intended to try some during our trip, but I never got around to it.
On Sunday, we headed to Clearwater Beach to enjoy some sun and fine bodies. I hadn't walked on a beach in fifteen years. Sandy.
Here Darren settles in to chill in the heat. The shirt came off, but I didn't invade his privacy with my camera. (Not even for your entertainment...)
Naturally, I showed some skin. Eventually I even took of the oh-so-chic Tevas. (I'm forbidden by law to take my shirt off in public.)
Some truly lovely scenery...
In my next post--babies, boats, and dolphins...