A street sign I'm not apt to see any time soon...
Our first motel was far nicer, but this one had a good pool.
Neither DeeAnn nor I intended to drive anywhere in Florida, so mostly we expected just to sit around for our last pitiful day in sunny Florida. But my old classmate Colleen came to our rescue. I've known Colleen since the 6th grade, but we hadn't seen each other in person for decades. She lived nearby, so on Monday she drove over and took us to the most marvelous little canal marina restaurant for lunch.
The Bahia Cabana is attached to a motel/resort/canal. The entrance was entrancing.
Lovely Colleen, our hostess and guide!
If we had had longer in Ft. Lauderdale, we might have been tempted to ride on this one.
The food was wonderful, and the atmosphere fantastic.
More boats (I'm pretty sure I'm okay in calling these boats rather than ships).
Oh, those sculpted black pants? In the sunshine? They're hot. Almost blistering hot.
I never knew that such a thing as revolving plastic toilet seat covers existed.
After lunch, Colleen drove us to a fairly secluded beach. I have no idea who the owner of the bent-over backside is. I'm sure she's happy not to be named.
The ocean sound was amazing. This was my first time putting my toes into the Atlantic, and I loved it. The sand on this beach was grainier than on the Caribbean beaches, for whatever that's worth.
It was windy.
DeeAnn always looks great in the water.
And one last afternoon of adventure in Florida.