The doors are open and the hypnotic, rhythmic, crashing of the waves is the only sound. A blazing sun hangs in a white blue sky and on the horizon are cotton candy clouds that I can barely make out.
It is a tiny two bedroom twice as long as it is wide, white panel and blue stucco interior, tastefully decorated, light and airy. It's very economic and efficient.
"I could live here," Sarah pronounces, "if it was just in another country."
I agree.
We have a dream of living in a house with a sand yard, landscaped with Palm Trees, sunflowers and Hibiscus. We like the idea of southern Belize where it never gets cold, the dollar is strong and the people are nice. It's far less crowded than St. Martin which has long been where I would have chosen but we're moving on to other things.
While Sarah likes the first snowfall of the year and then again on Christmas Day, I don't ever want to see the stuff again.
Aside from Tybee Island, the only other place we'd choose to live in the U. S. is around the corner from our good friend Joey Finch in Key West or on the house boat I've always wanted.
But life is getting in the way.
"We have to wait until the girls finish school," she says. "They're in really excellent schools."
"Honey, I say exasperated at her logic, "if we all lived on a house boat any time we didn't like the schools or the neighbors, we'd just move to another place with better schools and neighbors."
She rolls her eyes.
Plus my kids are all busy building their lives and its fun to watch and be an occasional participant. I think they should all get a house boat so we could launch a "Family Fleet."
It's alright though. Sarah and I have a day to ourselves in this tiny little place in north Florida. There is nothing on the agenda. We have no "To-Do" list. She said last night we may not even stroll down the beach for dinner but order in instead.
It's that kind of day.
We have plenty of time to plan for when the time comes to go.
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