Be Still My Heart Florida

So Florida is gorgeous, the beaches of St. Petersburg to be exact. This is where I was on Saturday:

That was the view from my beach chair. Needless to say, it was very difficult to leave.

It’s also where I had lunch with a Nobel Peace Prize Winner. You know, as you do.

It was a crazy day and well worth the 12 hour trip, and now I’m quite motivated to get back to Florida as soon as possible. And to be honest, I feel a little silly for never realizing how gorgeous the beaches are down there. It’s a little piece of heaven, and I was completely unaware of it.

Shame on me.

It has now officially been added to the list of long weekend destinations for me and Erik to go to when we need to escape the city. Depending on the time of year I am sure we can find a weekend package deal somewhere and it will be just the break we both need.

So well done, Florida, I have been seduced. Expect me back sometime soon for a swim in your lovely waters and many, many cocktails on the beach.

Twelve Hours in Florida

After two weeks running around Spain and France and jumping head first into work in NYC, with no break and very little sleep, I am now taking off to Florida for the day tomorrow, instead of getting some much needed rest.

It’s all a bit crazy but, apparently, I am in fact a jetsetter. At least for the month of March.

It’s a last minute trip, and very quick in nature, but my head is currently exploding from the fact that I have to get on yet another plane, and not just one, but two in the span of 12 hours. If the trip proves worthwhile it will provide some pretty interesting opportunities in the future. If not, it will still be a lovely day by the beach meeting some very interesting people.

Can’t really complain right?

I leave my house tomorrow at 6am and get back at 10pm and will likely be unable to speak or function like a normal human due to official lack of sleep. Sunday will then be my first real day of absolutely nothing in over almost four weeks. I plan to have a full on lazy, fat day and I am going to revel in it. There will be no movement whatsoever. My couch and I will bond, I will watch television guaranteed to make my IQ go down, and I will eat anything and everything that can be delivered to my apartment. And vodka. There will also be vodka.

Needless to say, I’m really, really looking forward to Sunday.

But the travel doesn’t end after Florida. Because what fun would that be? The  last weekend in March I’m off to San Francisco for a much needed visit with my Mom and bonding with my amazing California friends. There will be lots of amazing food, delicious California wine, and dear God lots of sleep. Nothing like going home for the weekend to catch up on some rest.

Once March is over, the trips stop indefinitely so I suppose I should keep the complaining of sleep deprivation to a minimum. It is travel after all, and free travel to boot, so to say I am grateful is an understatement.

But, damnit, the jetsetter lifestyle is so much sexier in the movies.