Wednesday, August 14, 2013

From Savannah to Sarasota

Thursday morning we headed from Savannah to Sarasota. Tosh took some time off and we were able to drive there and enjoy him not looking at his computer for 5 days! This was in Georgia...
 We stopped at a roadside stand...
 and got some peaches...
 Tosh is always the driver.  In the beginning of our relationship, I would fall asleep in the car and he would be aggravated. He said I was a bad wing man.  Then I started staying awake to give him driving advice and he decided it is better to have me asleep.   I don't know if I have ever driven on a trip before. If I have, it only lasted a few minutes.   Two times now, on this trip, Tosh has asked me to drive!!
 He didn't even say a word about my driving.  I am so proud. Either he has realized that I am a great driver or he is tired of being the driver.

We met up with some friends who had also been on a trip. We met up in Sarasota and shared a duplex beach house.


 Little did we know that Siesta Key has been rated the #1 beach in America and #10 in the world.   There are street signs that boast such details.  After going to this beach, I can see why it is rated so highly.

The sand does not get hot. Every other beach I have been to has very hot sand.  This sand was so white and cool.  Finn called it "pancake sand" because it looked like pancake mix.
 The water is very clear and warm.  I have never done more than get my feet in the water before.  This time I went out into the ocean!!  The water was shallow enough to stand for a long ways.  It was fun to conquer that fear.  I think I can get out there next time with little anxiety =)
 The temperature is just perfect. It is hot, but often times at other beaches, near the water can be downright cold.  In San Diego I was wearing a bikini with a sweater (I still love San Diego and would spend every day in a bikini and a sweater with no complaints), however, the lack of strong winds and cool air from the water was  very pleasant.
I have just too many pictures to share, so more later.

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