A cold front descended upon Sarasota yesterday, bringing with it strong winds that whipped up waves in the Bay and bowed the palm trees. For some reason, these winds made me restless. I’ve been working hard on several writing projects all week long and had promised myself that I’d take the weekend off and do something fun – sort of travel in my own backyard, if you will. But try as I might, I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to do or where I wanted to go. I thought I might drive out to the Big Cat Sanctuary and see the animals they’ve rescued, but when I called for a reservation they were sold out for the entire weekend. I considered driving down to Spanish Point but decided it was too cold to spend the entire day walking around an outdoor museum located on blustery Sarasota Bay. By noon, I was beside myself with indecision, not to mention hungry. I headed for the coffee shop and grabbed a salad from the cooler, but there wasn’t an available seat anywhere in the cafe. Instead I decided to drive to the Lebanese takeout place for falafel and hummus, but the traffic was so horrendous I couldn’t even make a left turn onto the main road. Continue reading →

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