With only one week left here, we’ve begun sort of a last-ditch campaign to snatch up as much Florida as we can before we go. Hopefully we won’t stagger back to Massachusetts scarlet and rotund from too much beach and dining out.
After months here, it took a ticking calendar to get us out of our routine. Just this week, we hit two places we’d never been before.
First, we hit the road for the outskirts of Punta Gorda, to a still-forming sculpture garden.
(Tiny bananas and an adorable pineapple the size of a softball.)
(These were HUGE, 20 feet or so.)
(This one, called New York City Slicker, was at least 6 feet tall.)
It was whimsy at its best, and we look forward to more sculptures and the future opening of the mansion, once its owners decamp and transform it into an art museum.
Yesterday we re-discovered that St. Petersburg is barely an hour away and went to the Chihuly art museum. The installations were stunning – almost literally. Each time we rounded a corner to find yet another display, the lights blazing, the effect was remarkable.
The glass-blowing exhibition was almost an afterthought, but became the highlight of the day.
We finished up with lunch at the St. Petersburg marina since all that sitting in bleachers watching other people work really kicked off our appetites.
(Currently trying to remember how many stretchy-waist pants I have at home.)