we arrived home from our honeymoon in apalachicola this past sunday. it was a great week, very relaxing, with no appointments to keep but the ones we made for ourselves: eat at the owl cafe again on saturday night, see the sunset over st. george's, pick up some of that coconut cream pie we saw those ladies eating, go back to that one store and buy that box i saw, etc. the weather was slightly cooler than at home, and because everything was within walking distance, we had daily strolls around the neighborhood that were quite pleasant. we shopped for a small amount of groceries (really only beer and chocolate) at the local piggly wiggly and visited nearly every boutique, shop, and antique store in town. we may have come close to trying all the restaurants too, which is harder than it sounds. the oysters are well known in apalachicola and so we had them in a stew and later fried, in an oyster po' boy. we dined on scallops and tilapia and shrimp and pizza and even mexican.
the b&b we stayed at did their best to please us, loaning us beach towels, chairs and umbrellas. breakfast was a nice occasion and the coffee was excellent. every morning we speculated on what we might have to eat. would it be strata? or perhaps a poached egg? was peggy or estella on duty in the kitchen? could we eat enough to tide us over until dinner? these were important questions.
our room was beautiful, but had a slightly slanted floor, as most older homes do, and i have a pair of matching bruises on both thighs to show for it, since i tended to walk into the bedposts. there was a jacuzzi tub which took some effort to get going, but once it started, was very nice. of course i used the shampoo provided in an attempt to make a bubble bath, but my efforts fell flat. soaking in a tub like that, even without bubbles, does wonders for your mood. the small refrigerator held our few leftovers and beer and the ice cream i tried to save. oh, and there was cable, which is always nice when one desires not to think.
the drive there had been hard, because of torrential rains and fussy windshield wipers, so it took us longer than it should have. on the way home, we took a more direct route and saw parts of florida we had not been to, and saved some time, too.
now that we are back however, its time for new appointments: social security, the DMV and loads more paperwork to begin.
i cant help but wish we were back in apalachicola or st. george's again, even if it meant dealing with steve the seagull.
