The vaca

So we arrived at our appointed destination, the fab Marco Island, FL early Sunday morning April 10th. We finally slept for a couple hours - and perky sister Cindo asked if we wished to go for a power walk on the beach....um, no.

Poor Pablo didn't got no shorts! He packed himself into my ISU shorts (good thing he's got a small nicely rounded fanny) to hang around the condo. But they wouldn't do to walk in! Plus we needed to drop off the van we'd rented scant hours before for $60 at the Marco Airport - who knew there was even such a place...

So we made a road trip to the area Wal-Mart and picked up some swim trunks for Paul along with a package of undies and some shorts and a shirt, just in case his lost suitcase didn't show up. While we drove to the nearby airport, he got a call saying his bag was found! But it didn't show up until that evening so it was a good thing he had those groovy trunks...

We did the pool that afternoon - ahh, the sun felt marvelous. It was everything I waited for. That night we hit our bestest shrimp joint, the Crazy Flamingo for peel and eats and wings. That was after a couple lemondrops Positively yummy. Just was the doctor ordered!