The first day in a new place.
Where to get food?
How to organize time?
What to do first?
Who are these others?
How to fit in?
Mostly, how to fit into this kitchen. Holy closet! (I am writing in the WordPress app for Ipad and I am having a little fit with inserting pics, so if they are huge or microscopic –sorry.)
This is G’s elbow to elbow wingspan in the kitchen.
Fun, right?
The bed is huge, though. What doees this say about where to spend time?
The day is hot and soft and quiet. The water is bathtub temperature, shallow and clear. Shells everywhere.
We went for groceries, and for breakfast.
Florida is weird. By weird I don’t mean “bad” just not my tribe. But I wasn’t expecting that. It’s not a hip, vibrant, exciting place. It has a decidedly “Grandma” vibe. We didn’t come here for the vibe, though, we came here to be soft and quiet and warm and contemplative. And to drink gin and tonics (me) and beer (her).
We came here to rest and re-set, to get back to some deep, warm, elemental place. We came here to talk and read and nap and sup and walk and ride bikes everywhere.
We came here to notice things, both exotic, and ordinary.
At the entrance to the grocery store there were these huge cages scattered under towering palms, each one housed an exotic colorful bird. The bird at the entrance said “Hello!” to everyone who passed his cage. Another one wolf-whistled when you walked by.
We brought lots of books, and very little work. I kept my FaceTime appointment with Jennifer, and then I started a new book and then we went for lunch, and then we took naps, and now it’s time for dinner, and then a drive out to Bowman Beach to watch the sunset.
Inspiration Location 
It is wonderful when you notice the ordinary as much as the extraordinary. Hope you have a great time in your new place. Cheryl
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