A few weeks ago our friends Freddy and Jordan invited us to spend a Sunday on their boat. (The idea was to go “fishing” but this vegetarian spent the day sunbathing.) Trips to Freddy and Jordan’s house on a canal in St. Petersburg always cause me to feverishly scan realtor.com for a waterfront house near… Continue reading Canal House Fever
On Friday around 2 p.m. we headed an hour south to Bradenton to Lake Manatee State Park, where I was able to snag the only available open spot the day earlier. Penny the Prius was packed full with supplies for the evening, including our tent, air mattress, a heavy blanket for the cold (70 degree)… Continue reading Camping at Lake Manatee State Park
I’ve always been interested in music festivals – the way I’m interested in running a marathon, or learning how to sail. These activities sound like they’d be very rewarding once they’re complete, and like they’d be good to list on a resume of completed bucket list items, but I wondered if I’d really enjoy a fest. Camping?… Continue reading Four Days in the Woodlands
My sister gave me major side eye: “Trace, did you just say a Seafood Festival?” she asked skeptically as we watched the fourth game of the World Series on our living room couch, discussing our plans for Sunday. “You do remember that Dad’s allergic to shellfish… Russell’s allergic to shellfish… you’re a vegetarian… and Mom doesn’t eat… Continue reading 35th Annual Seafood Festival in John’s Pass, Florida
Sometimes our wanderlust fuels us to buy last minute tickets to a music festival with dozens of bands or flies us 2000 miles across the country and Pacific to Hawaii. Other times, a tent in our backyard, cozy sweats, college football on TV, and dog cuddles are all we need.
Phylliss (sister-in-law) and I were craving some fun in the sun a couple weekends ago, so we convinced her boyfriend and Russell to join us at the beach. Armed with our favorite backpack chairs, towels, and Sun-In to avoid a bimonthly $200 fee at my hair salon (spoiler alert, it didn’t work quite like I hoped),… Continue reading Tampa Travels: St. Pete Municipal Beach
Ahhh… Mexican food. Queso, soft tortillas, salty chips, sour cream, queso… while I am admittedly a picky cheese-atarian, I can always find something at a Mexican restaurant, and usually something that I can easily eat until I enter into a food coma. So when Russell and I headed over to his sister Phylliss’ new digs across… Continue reading Tampa Travels: Red Mesa Mercado in St Petersburg