Blessings of Old Friends

My husband arrived on the island about halfway through my stay. 

I picked him up at the airport after long rain delays,

and we made it back around 1 a.m.

just in time to watch the moon rise over the ocean from our balcony.

 

Swoon.

 

My hopelessly romantic heart melted.

 

The next evening was my birthday,

and we spent it with old friends who had moved

to Naples a few years ago.

How we'd missed them!

 

The view at Snook Inn

Let's see...how do we balance on this pier

without busting our asses

after a few cold ones?

 

Okay.

We got this.

Click, click!

 

Don't lie to me, Dude!

Is this my good side?

 

Schmoozing with the waitress.

I'm a Master Schmoozer.

 

Celebrating good times

I miss you, my fierce and lovely friend!

 

But my memories

of

Marco Island

will

sustain

me.

 

Till the next time...