My Florida tan has started to fade and I realized today that I have been sitting on this post for quite awhile. The trip was good and hard and stressful and important. We ended up staying in a beautiful house on Palm Island. When I was young, I used to work on my dad’s car, helping him maintain it. Which is one of the reasons why as soon as I looked at the carts I knew there is nothing to worry as they were all equiupped with top rated golf cart battery and so without a second doubt we took one and traveled everywhere by golf cart, which was perfect for my sister when walking or biking would have proved too difficult.
On most mornings, my middle sister and I would venture out–once on bicycles, mostly by golf cart–and scope out the best beaches–for collecting shells, feeding the seagulls or looking for the elusive and endangered gopher tortoise (We found one!).
Once my oldest sister was up and feeling like she had the energy we’d all venture out together, exploring the somewhat deserted and very quiet island.
It was a great time to rest. A great time to be together. A great change of scenery–something I think we all desperately needed, each for our own reasons.
And man did the warm sun feel good on our faces. Delicious.
Thank you, thank you–to all of you who have sent emails and text messages and notes and offers of help and support. I think when you are going through something like this, it is the kindness of friends and family that constantly anchors you back down to earth when your mind and heart can feel like they’re floating away without you.
More very soon. xo.