We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Relaxed and enjoyed the sound of waves, played dominoes with the in-laws, ate fish every day, did some surf-casting (caught plenty, but nothing big enough), read my book (The War That Ended Peace by Margaret MacMillan), and today I'm going kayaking or paddle-boarding. If I can, paddle-boarding, it's better for your core. But either is a good workout.
I had blackened lane snapper last night at a restaurant that didn't appear to be more than a hole in the wall, probably the best I've had. Sometimes it's best not to judge based on the superficial appearance. We had breaded hogfish the night before, at the in-laws'.
Flight home tomorrow in the early morning. This is the second year I took a mid-November vacation. It's a good time to go south. Not only do you stay warm when the rest of the country is chilling, but you get two shortened workweeks heading into Thanksgiving. Then you roll right into the Christmas holiday season.
(Late note: We went paddle-boarding and learned a valuable lesson. Pay attention to the wind. Our trip north up the Indian River, I barely dipped my paddle thanks to the wind. I realilzed this would pose some difficulty for the return. In fact, we had to climb out and carry the boards for some stretches. Thankfully, they are not heavy. Just as thankfully, the Indian River is not too deep along the shore and mangroves, so we could wade if necessary. One thing about paddle-boarding, even if you're not paddling, you get a workout. Keeping your balance is tricky if you're not used to it. I got a mighty scare when I passed over a tarpon, who didn't take kindly to our presence.)
Whenever I am traveling I generally look for the hole in the walls. The nice places that cater to tourists don't really have to be that good, all they have to do is get you to stop by once or twice while you are in town and then you are gone.
The little hole in the wall that depends on the locals and regular, repeat customers are where you get the best prices and food.