Treasure Island

A few weeks ago we celebrated my husband’s fiftieth birthday in style. In November, his sisters and I rented a house through VRBO.com in Treasure Island — a beach town about 12 miles west of St. Petersburg, FL.

The view from the back porch of Treasure Island Beach.

The view from the back porch of our rented house on Treasure Island Beach.

Say what you will about Florida and its residents, but when you need a quick get-a-way that is also special, the state is full of fabulous spots which are never very far away. IMG_8368This particular great spot was a beach house with three baths and five bedrooms which slept about one hundred people (OK. Ten.)

After a two-hour drive from home, we arrived and there were greeted by family who traveled from “up east” to make the long weekend a real surprise for my guy. My daughter was equally blown away to see her cousin, Jennie. Much quality sand-castle-building time was had by those parties under 20.

The rest of us strolled the sugar-sand beach and perfected shell collecting while dolphins leaped and played just off shore (other than my husband’s expression when he saw his dad and sisters, the dolphins were my favorite part of the weekend).

IMG_0072One night we drove to Ybor City, a historic part of Tampa famous for being a center of  cigar production around the turn of the century.

IMG_8349Dinner at Ybor’s Colombia Restaurant, a tourist magnet that actually serves good food, was a rare get-a-way from the beach. We also bought groceries and served meals on the huge wooden table on our porch overlooking the ocean. Of course there are many opportunities for outings in the area, including the Dali Museum, Busch Gardens theme park and many nature parks, but we really wanted to spend time together as a family and stick close to the lovely coast.

lunch table2The birthday cake we sisters made was fabulous, too!IMG_8353 I’m glad our family finally found a reasonably priced place to host annual gatherings where we can all stay under one roof. I am certain we will be back one day in the not too distant future.IMG_8405In the meantime, my immediate family is preparing to visit my sister and her family in LA, and jump off to Asia from there – Thailand, Cambodia, Malaysia and Indonesia to be specific. We will be traveling (including the five year old) for about 10 weeks. A lot of planning has gone into this trip, while  leaving enough wiggle room for spontaneous exploration. I’ll post as often as possible about our experiences as we visit beaches, cities, temples, jungles, rivers, mountains and everything in-between.

 

 

The meat we eat

Don’t we kinda already know that factory-farmed animals are not frolicking in the fields by day, slumber partying in the barn at night like the animals in the children’s book The Big Red Barn?

bigredbarnPlenty of films, videos, photos and articles detail the lives of animals in the industrial food supply. Together they don’t tell a happy story. Until recently, I have avoided delving deeply into such information because I wasn’t prepared to stop eating meat. Nor did I want to pay to eat grass-fed meat imported from as far away as New Zealand. I wanted another option, one that started more like the Big Red Barn and ended on my plate. I decided to Continue reading

Pony up

It’s time to pony up with a post.Pony up too

My unannounced summer blog break has rolled into fall. Since I last wrote, we road-tripped up the eastern seaboard and back for a month. Vacation: Bedtimes were non-existent. The schedule was not mine to control. I watched the world swirl around me before it swung me into the melee. A delicious square dance full of friends, beach, boats, swimming, islands, food, family and many, many miles. And then, the world left me in Florida and headed off with a new partner.

August in Florida described in a word: sticky. Should be spelled Augh-ust. Continue reading

A sound life for shells

Shells, like broken pieces of pottery, hold some fascination for me. When I see either scattered on the ground, I’m compelled to wonder how its previous owner used it. I want to know the back-story of where a shell or pot came from, and how it came to be tossed aside.

Since moving from the Midwest at age 12, I have been fortunate enough to visit many beaches. And from nearly every one, on nearly every visit, I have collected a shell or two, or 10 or 20.  No more do I want these relics from the South Pacific, New York, Mexico, California and Florida gathering dust in baskets or glass jars. So I’ve come up with a very simple way to put them in view. Continue reading