By the second day in Florida, the clouds broke and we awoke to a wonderful vista of waves hitting shore. Now, these are not the type of waves one would surf on, as they are low and rumbling toward shore. They do pack a wollop, as Becca found out later in the week while trying to wade the shallows close to shore.
Here I stand on the balcony with a diet Coke and watch the waves come in. I enjoyed Florida as well and got to go the beach with Becca a couple of times. I liked swimming in the heated pool, however; it was better on my old man bones!
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