I swear the schedule said we were staying on San Marco Island but that's not what really happened. Brian has a meeting there that starts tomorrow night. Tomorrow, however, is the date of Victoria's school's Winter Festival. So we went to Florida for a few days ahead of the meeting, goofed around, and left Brian there to toil on his own for the rest of the week. We're back in Columbus, where it is cold but what else would do for a Winter Festival?

We stayed on the north end of Miami Beach. Thursday was the most perfect beach day imaginable so we just sat around and got sandy. Friday was windy and the temperature was in the high sixties. We drove out to one end of the Everglades and met Larry. Airboat ride, souvenir gawking, all that stuff. Saturday was windy but warmer so we went back to the beach. This morning our flight left Ft. Lauderdale at 7am.

I must be losing my touch; I can not think of anything bad to say about Miami Beach. The beach was clean and wide. There was a swell boardwalk just for walking. Lots of walkers to watch. Lots of bathers to watch. Down in South Beach, lots of people walking along the sidewalks absolutely hoping to be watched (probably by someone more interesting than I am, but hey).