Currently, I am staying for a while in a quaint little Scottish town on the Gulf of Mexico called Dunedin, Florida. Brick streets, funky shops and tasty eateries. And of course...there's the beautiful Gulf with sailboats bobbing up and down as far as the eye can see in the sparkling water under a glinting sun. It's an easy walking town and I take advantage of that almost daily. Yesterday on my walkabout here's what I encountered:
- An outdoor wedding in the park between a rather "mature" man and woman. I congratulated the blushing bride and she said: "Oh, this is my 6th husband and he's been hitched 4 times before." I wonder if they'll last through February.
- Two young children zipping through the park on rollerblades followed by what appeared to be their elderly grandparents...also on rollerblades, laughing their heads off while struggling to keep up. The grandmother nearly took a tumble but one of the kids grabbed her and granny straighted up and continued merrily rolling along.
- Lots of bike riders cycling along the bike/walking trail. Several of them were riding very low-style bicycle contraptions that nearly touch the ground. I don't know what they're called but the rider nearly lays prostrate and peddles. Looks awkward but I've heard it's quite comfortable. I'll have to rent one and see for myself. If you can lay down and ride a bike...how cool is that. And if it had a cupholder for my Margarita glass...sold!
- An older gent standing on the sidewalk looking befuddled and disgusted...both at the same time. I stopped and asked him if he needed help and he said he couldn't find his car in the nearby parking lot. I offered to assist and in a few minutes we found his car. He got in, started up and drove away...no longer befuddled but still disgusted and crotchety. A simple "thank you" might have been nice.
- Thousands of stately Spanish oak trees. The giant trees grow all over Dunedin and many are several hundred years old. They produce long, mossy plumes several feet in length that dangle down from the branches. The plumes swish and sway in the breeze like feathery-gray cotton candy.