Just shy of a year ago, we drove to Santa Rosa Beach, Florida, ready to be guests of Cheryl and Curtis at their lovely beach house rental, ready to escape the stultifying confines of the rent house in Channelview that we had inhabited since Tom had been released from the hospital, ready for release of some sort. What a difference a year makes -- this year we made the drive, not for rescue but for companionship, conviviality, and the beach. And, after both drives, we found what we were seeking.
Looking through my photos, I found these, interiors of the house, from last year:
and these from outside:
It was cold here last year, and it's cold this year -- oh, that's right, it's winter. But we love it. We will be here for about another week before we head to Daytona for the Rolex 24 race, then on to the boat for a few weeks.
But first comes the 30A (Highway) Songwriters' Festival, beginning today. The rest of us are happy for Curtis to serve as tour guide; he has mapped out what should be a very good weekend, poring over the map and the website, choosing plans a and b and, I suppose, c, anticipating how early we'll have to be at site a and b and how long we will have to wait at each of these. Eat before we go? Pack a picnic? Buy food there? In any case, we know that we will hear some good music and generally enjoy ourselves. Check it out: http://www.30asongwritersfestival.com
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