Today’s measurements:
Miles: almost none.
Steps: 10,800
Calorie units: 1990.
We woke this morning to find it was dry outside, though windy (this will come up later). Elsa was well north of us and it was a beach day!!! This was the FIRST one in two beach trips (we spent some time in Galveston on a not very nice day, but it didn’t really count).
But first, breakfast. There’s a place here in Siesta Key, Another Broken Egg (it’s a Florida chain), that does a good breakfast. And we got right in (which isn’t the norm).
I had the seasonal special: lemon curd stuffed French toast.
It was as good as it looks.
RR, a benny aficionado, had this version.
It’s the first time I’ve seen someone’s interpretation with a full on slab of ham across the English muffins.
Full to the brim, off to the beach.
The “luxury apartments” we are staying at provide beach towels, umbrellas, and chairs. We discussed taking an umbrella. I pointed out it wasn’t supposed to be sunny AND the wind was like…well, it said “between 30 and 40 mph from SSW”. So we decided not to.
This was the day’s amusement.
But first the beach. Siesta Key claims, on many signs, to be the “most beautiful beach in the US.” I don’t know who said so. Here’s a good pic today.
The sand is supposed to be white and supposedly never gets hot. It was good. Not sure it’s what they say it is, but it is good.
We watched one person after another come to the beach, pull out their umbrella, and epically fail. The one older guy had a shitty little one and it bent in sideways — not much shade. At least he got his up.
A younger guy with his partner pulled his out, got it up, but it kept coming apart in his hands. He never got to sit under it but gave up.
Better yet was the couple who came, he screwed it into the sand, and he never even got it up (double entendre intended), even with his partner’s help, before giving up and recasing it and putting it away. In all, no one had one up that worked. 😂😂😂
We went for a walk about noon and found this remnant of yesterday.
The way north was easy; coming back into the wind was harder. Much harder. ☹️
We adjourned to watch England win the football match (I’ve been rooting against them since 1977 and probably won’t change that on Sunday, though rooting for Italy will be a struggle, too).
We went to the best Italian place on the key for dinner, Gabbiano’s, which lived up to its rep.
But RR reported the table next to us was obnoxious, from dissing both the drink she got (a strawberry basil daiquiri) and the salad (with poached pear, “who puts pear on salad?”), to not knowing poo about wine (you all know RR is a wine snob). Live entertainment.
Dinner was excellent. I had the salmon sole mio:
RR had the special for the night, grouper something Italian. :)
And here’s the bruschetta, which was as good as it looks.
It was a good eating day. But no lunch. Just so you know (and don’t think the calorie count above is a lie).
Day’s don’t get much better, despite the wind.
We hope for more tomorrow. Supposedly starting with the local mini donuts. 😁
Manana.
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