Weekend in Tampa/Sarasota

I got away to the beach this past weekend and couldn't have had a more relaxing time.

A beautiful 4 hour drive. Perfect weather. A gorgeous view. Dinner on Saturday with one of the sweetest couples on the face of the planet. A chance to be a 'daughter' for the weekend which was MUCH needed. Sweet breakfast and conversation with Michael and Judy for several hours on Sunday morning. And a nice drive home. Yes, I believe I will make weekend beach visits a regular thing while living here. Not necessarily that far away each time (thank you gas prices for being so outrageous), but lots of beach time is in my future for sure :-)

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