This coming December will be my third winter in Florida and I am still amused by all the images one can find of snow here in Florida and how anyone can possibly think of snow when you are running around in shorts and sandals is beyond me.
My drive over to the west side of the state on Tuesday evening was a pleasant one. Music of the 70 on Satalite radio keep me humming along with the songs and at times singing off key outloud. After about 70 miles I turned off of I -4 onto I -75 and had to put myself into the mindset that so many retired Floridians have acquire. Mainly, "what's the rush?" The posted speed limit means nothing in certain places . On I-75 there were enough drivers driving "slow" that I had to keep reminding myself that I was in no hurry. That I wasn't on deadline. That I could be there when I got there. Even when the speed limit was posted at 70 they were driving 55 and in the left hand lane to boot. The slow down and back up in spots was caused in part by the large number of RV's pulling small cars and the so so many moving vans. After a few miles it dawned on me that I was traveling along the annual south bound snowbird migration route.
Despite that it was a straight uncomplicated trip from my door to the hotel and I really didn't need my GPS, to get there, however, when I did need it, it told me the address I was looking for was on the right. But in fact it was on the left and when it said I had arrived I was on the ramp heading across another bridge and on my way to Port Charlotte on the other side of the harbour. A quick turn around on the other side, or as the GPS says, at the next opportunity make a legal "U" turn. Which I did. And after a series of left turns I was at the hotel.
There were lost of creativity zinging around the room as you can see. I selected only a few of the flowers painted by the the 21 students in the class.
Sorry I did not take any pictures of the second day class and their projects. The second day class was held in the social hall of a local Luthern church in Punta Gorda as was the talk and truck show I did for the group on Friday morning.
That evening I was treated to dinner at Fisherman's Village which was built on the site of a former municipal pier, it was designed to replicate a traditional fishing village with boat slips, shops, restaurants and above the shop residences . Several ladies from the class came along with Audrey and me, making us a party of six. The restaurant on the wharf had a view of the harbour and I being the guest got the best seat by the window. The food, the company and the view were wonderful.
Without having an excuse to do so I would return to Punta Gorda and I would most certainly accept an invitation to teach for this group if asked to do so again. My hat if I wore one would be off for Kathy the education chairperson and to every member of the Peace River Quilter Guild.