So, there we were at the condo in Florida with no mode of transportation as we intended on doing everything with Dad and Stephanie. After learning that we could also not rent a car without 24 hour notice we headed out to find dinner. We were told that we could take the trolley to dinner. We started walking toward restaurants and hoped to catch the trolley. One did go by, but we were facing away from it, hence unable to flag it down.
Still, we walked on. By now my feet were really hurting because I was wearing only flip flops with NO arch support. They rubbed my feet raw. Still, we walked. We were informed that the last trolley of the evening had just passed us. Now you are probably wondering why we didn't just take a cab. We kept thinking that surely a restaurant of SOME kind would be near making it pointless to grab a cab. So, we walked...further...a LOT further. Everyone was in town for Thunder at the Beach. By now my feet were bleeding and I would have eaten at McDonalds! Now mind you have have walked at least twice the distance in tennis shoes without difficulty. It really was just the flip flops.
We came across a restaurant at long last called Coconuts. I just wanted to SIT. So sit we did at Coconuts. We had an AMAZING and irresistible meal there. My dinner was Linguine with Caribbean Alfredo sauce, pineapples, tomatoes, onion and jalapenos. I had it left over the next day. I intend to do my best to make it again! Not many people were in there the night we found ourselves there. I think they all went to Pineapple Willie's, a local meet market. Anyway, we asked the host to call a cab for us while we finished our meal. Meanwhile we started chatting with the restaurant owner who graciously offered to drive us back to the condo. I was so grateful I could have cried. Should our journeys take us back there we will definitely patronize that restaurant.
My favorite thing: knowing I would not have to walk BACK to the condo.
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