Francine and Russ left early for the airport and Barbados so Dirck and I hung out on our own, having excellent French pastries (Buena Vista cafe!) and grapefruit by our pool on the nicest day of weather so far, the wind and clouds from days past gone. We walked, sometimes with a gaggle of peacocks, around the shady tropical backroads of Coconut Grove, enjoying the sun and greenery and blue skies and lush exotic trees and multi-colored bourganvilla. In the small coconut grove downtown, not much there but we stopped at an old historic house that is now a state park (Barnicle House). It was lovely to walk past the stone fence into the woods toward the water and actually end up at a strange old dark stucco house with a wide lawn sweeping out to a little dock by the ocean. (We haven’t seen much of the ocean in the Grove.) Then we walked past all kinds of hidden estates along the main highway and then back into the lush dense tropical thicket of our neighborhood, swam on a perfect midday and had a quick lunch poolside. Dirck has left, sadly, and I am now awaiting Noah’s arrival.
While waiting for Noah, I drove right into the spring break scene I successfully avoided in college and was even more intent on avoiding decades later. Mob scene with packed beach, girls in skimpy bikinis and scruffy guys. I kept driving until I finally found Deerfield Beach, which was refreshingly not lined with concrete highrises. I finally found a parking spot so I stopped for an hour, walked to the end of the pier near sunset, watched the fishermen and surfers, put my feet in the ocean, which was surprisingly warm. I stopped at Lester’s diner near the fort Lauderdale airport for a good Greek omelette and a gyro to go for Noah who arrived on schedule (thx Jet Blue.) We are in a somewhat grubby Baymount motel in Florida City. Onto The Keys tomorrow!