Vacation is over....sigh....

Morning in Daytona Beach. Actually the sun had not yet peeked through the clouds on the horizon.

The picture was taken my last morning there. I awoke about 6am, grabbed a cup of coffee and went out to the balcony.

The roomie was sleeping. I let him. I wanted time alone. Time alone with the sounds and sights of the ocean.

It calms me.












The trip was good, and very much needed. We arrived in Daytona on Monday afternoon. This was the view from our room. It was too late in the day to lay out, but we still had plenty of time to walk along the beach.

The waves were still pretty high as the hurricane was still moving north. The surfers enjoyed them in the early morning. And I enjoyed watching them.

Tuesday morning I was out on the sun deck by 8:30 to lay out and soak up some rays. Hell, I was out there every morning by that time! Except Saturday, we decided to take the day off from laying out and went to a big flea market in town. And, in between times we did visit a few surf shops and the usual cheapie tshirt places. And yes, I bought a few tshirts for my collection.

I now have a new favorite drink (although I do not drink often, and I prefer the girlie "can't taste the liquor" type drinks). It's call a Lava Flow. ohyum. Kind of like a huge pina colada surrounded by strawberry syrup and real strawberries. ohyum again. Yes, I had my usual fifteen thousand drinks of sweet tea - but that lava flow, ohmy :)

We did the usual tourist type shell collecting and walks on the beach. Nothing romantic...ohlordno. I was with the roomie remember?

I got to see the beach patrol (they don't call them lifeguards anymore I guess). He even took a picture of them for me. If only I were about 25 yrs. younger....(Is it getting warm in here?)

So, the trip was good. But now, the flip flops have been put away. I went back to work yesterday.

And I am dreaming of my next visit to the ocean.