Leaving frigid DC behind, we flew down to the west coast of Florida on Thursday for a couple of days. We're staying at the Hilton in Longboat Key, a narrow strip of land with the Gulf of Mexico on one side and Sarasota Bay on the other. This part of Florida is a retirement community for the most part, so Jack is the youngest visitor by 69 years and 7 months. It's like going to a Grandma Convention--everywhere you turn, another septuagenarian is cooing at Jack. The hotel is right on the beach and our corner room has balconies overlooking the bay to the east and the Gulf to the west. Temperatures are in the high 60s, and so we've spent our time in the heated-but-still-rather cool pool, walking on the beach, playing games, and driving up and down the island. Jack's new inflatable dinghy gave him the chance to float around the pool; however, he seemed more interested in eating the dinghy than experiencing the fun of swimming.
With no email and limited phone calls, we've really taken the opportunity to unwind and enjoy being a family without the pressure of work.
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