Back on line but have to write and catch up. We are in The Viligaes - headed to Jacksonville today.
We tool a slow ride down A1A to SA. Found the restaurant Le Pavillion and had about 20 minutes to kill. The old romance of the town reaches into every nook and cranny. The old Fort sits by the edge of the ocean still in wait for those whom might want to attack her. The side streets are made for horse and carriage, narrow, many one way, made of undulating brick. At first I thought the frost had come out and caused these, but what frost. The beautiful brick buildings of Mr. Flagler grace much of the skyline with their massiveness. Horse and carriage along with the motorized tourist trains graced the old historic streets. We arrived at the restaurant a couple minutes early, as did Joanne and Don K. It was fun to greet them outside the confines of North Mankato. We sat down to some good old down home conversation. Along with a couple of 300 ml Warstiner draft beers. We then ordered, the gals think alike they had the quiche, Don the Salmon with a great sauce, I the German plate, nicely scored plump brat and wiener, on a bed of sauerkraut, with home made spaetzles. Preceding this was their famous hot parmesan crusted roll, with a lightly drizzled vinaigrette on bib lettuce.
We then followed them to their place for a round of cards. The suite was decorated in Don’s taste, especially the elephant motif bathroom. Here goes the marathon, we would play 8 hands then switch partners. At the rotation we would go for a short walk on the beach, as today was windy with white caps a ways out in the Atlantic. For those who do not play bridge, there were many of down hands graced by a couple of barn burners. To make the play easier Don quickly grabbed a brandy and water, and of course he found a great tasting 6 pack of Czech beer for me. At half time (24 hands) we took our walk, Breezy but warm to our touch. The rental is on the beach front, from there patio you can see the beach and ocean, just a perfect picture. Now back to the serious nature of bridge. Joanne has had three great partners and is in the lead, we all wish her well, HAHA. At about 6 we decided to eat, she had made a great tasting lettuce salad with sliced strawberries and pecans dressed with a mild vinaigrette wild rice, a great tasting pheasant slow cooked in an onion and great flavored gravy was used over some wild rice. They bring some of their own food down and this was the last pheasant, as they are home bound next week, with intermitted stops along the way. Back to bridge dessert later, the slaughter continues, Joanne in the lead again with great partners. After 48 hands of bridge and ten o’clock approaching Don tallys up. We were a bit disappointed, Don, contrary to widely held beliefs, used whole sheets of paper to score. We had even brought some score pads along knowing his frugalness. Ours were smaller than a postage stamps and we thought he would be able to get all the scoring on them but he saved them for others to see. Joanne held onto first place for bragging rights trouncing all of us widely, guess who finished last? DK
Now it is approaching 11 and we are headed to the St Francis a quaint B&B to be described later. The streets are bare of people and cars. We amble down the dark St George street that the B&B is on. Again it is cobblestone which undulates as we slowly amble on. The accommodations are one of the few with off street parking, well lite as well.
So it is 11:15pm and we have complimentary sherry in the room, makes for a more restful night. I tried to hook onto the internet but this is a whole new way and I am not up to the challenge, concerned that I may botch up the pc and not hooking up later down the way. Jerry
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