our only souvenir

a bowl filled with sand, shells and drink umbrella

Flew back into Indy and made the drive home on Thursday. It’s cheaper to fly out of airports that are not in southern Ohio for some reason.

I’m not sure when airlines decided that sitting on the runway makes us a captive audience for credit card pitches, but that could hardly hamper what was a flawless day of travel.

I know the trip was great because we would go back to Ft. Lauderdale without hesitation. The Schubert Resort (warning, men in tight fitting swimsuits) was —to go with their retro theme— a swell place to spend our days and nights. We did venture away to visit beaches and restaurants, and had the pleasure of spending a slice of time with Bill who should really consider being a professional tour guide.

For my friends that know (Big Wave) Dave, a few drinks with him over pizza revealed he’s alive and well. The ocean life suits him.

We could’ve used a bit more sun, and I’m remiss I didn’t get to catch Onajídé in his element, but I’ve only fond memories for this short spring break. Now to get back into the Ohio groove.

Current music: The Hidden Cameras “I Believe In The Good Life”