The drive on Highway No. 4 across the peninsula is a stark reminder that Florida is really just one big sand bar; and that apart from the Atlantic Ocean, Gulf Coast and the Keys there isn't much compelling about anything in between. But the moment we descended into Sarasota the atmosphere instantly improved. Quite honestly we felt that we were home once again! Our spirits measurably rose. Knowing as we do the broad environment here we speedily concluded our check-in at The Resort at Longboat Key Club and dutifully headed to Publix to gather our provisions for meals over the next several days. Our suite has a galley kitchen. We intend to dine out at least one evening; but by and large we prefer to make our own meals, especially breakfast (which for me includes green tea, slices of fresh Navel oranges, English muffins lathered with freshly ground peanut butter, egg and veggies and smoked salmon). We plan to enjoy this matutinal ceremony on our balcony which fronts the golf course.
Before settling for the evening I had to make a short visit to the beach, to remind myself why it is we adore this place and to gaze at the emerald green water of the Gulf of Mexico. It proved to be every bit as enchanting as I recall. I readily succumbed to lounging for a half-hour overlooking the shore.