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Friend did NOT blow me off, and did in fact go check on my kitty while I was away.  Words from my previous blog, eaten.  I was wrong.

Good thing too because we extended our stay in Florida, totaling 9 days away!  It rained quite a bit so not every day was spent on the beach but we managed to get our time in.  We even got a couple of hours in at the Nudie Beach before the skies turned black and the thunder chased us off the beach.  The waves were incredible.  This time, I was smart and stayed out of the water and did NOT almost drown in the nude.  Although, it would be exactly how I entered this world, it's not how I want to leave it.

I love New Smyrna Beach and the friends that invited me to go with them and stay at their home for a second year.  I was sad to leave.  Usually after a few days with someone i'm ready for some alone time but we three vibe so well and naturally that not once did I feel stressed out.  I hope it was the same for them.  They are so generous and laid back.  They've already invited me again for next year!

We spent time on the beach, rented a boat for the day, went shopping, had a bar crawl night, and they treated me to The Garlic which is my most favorite restaurant.  We had ice cream at a Dairy Queen built in the 1950's (several times) and took rides around Daytona and surrounding towns doing some site seeing aka looking at rich people homes.  

I slept like a baby every night and woke up refreshed and ready to go - coffee was always ready for a pour.  We drank.  A lot.  And gummied.  A lot.  I lathered on Ben Gay and tried to keep up with the youngsters.  I felt completely taken care of, not in a charity way, but a family way.

Miyagi basked in the air conditioning while we were at the beach but he came with us out and about.  He wasn't too sure about the yard and was NOT impressed with the beach at all.  


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