Marco Island

Every Summer Has a Story

I grew up about a mile from the florida border. So the "Welcome to Florida" sign was often overlooked. But not this past saturday! We crossed that state line and officially became tourists. So, naturally, we stopped at the State Welcome Center to drink some fresh squeezed orange juice and pick up some brochures.
If I had actually gotten ready for the day instead of rolling out of bed for the drive, I would have taken my photo in the "insert head" dolphin photo prop. #mustdo onwayback

Six Hours and lots of boiled peanuts later, we arrived. 

My mother is like an Indian Princess; I, however, the exact opposite. She soaks up the sun in such a beautiful way, I have to scurry from it. I wear my hat, my glasses, lather in sunscreen, and still can only handle maybe an hour or two in the direct sun. I have literally slept on ice packs in my youth because of this dilemma. I am trying my darndest to not be so transparent but also to avoid skin cancer. My many days as a lifeguard tends to get in the way when I am trying to tan on the beach. 

This week will be great! We literally have nothing on the agenda. I can not think of a time when that has been the case for seven straight days. I have a basket full of watercolors, sketchpads, books and my journal!