Earlier this week, Atlanta was rocked by one of those ‘perfect storms’ that had the entire city paralyzed for days on end. We make fun of people for making a run on the grocery stores before these things hit, but in this case it probably wasn’t the worst idea, actually. On day 3 of the icy mess, I decided I’d had enough and needed to get moving. I was tired of being isolated, and I wasn’t feeling very productive. A change of scenery was in order.
Several options were bouncing around in my head, including Montego Bay, Aruba, Cancun, Los Angeles, etc, but suddenly I remembered that my friend Judi has a beach house on the Gulf, and it all clicked in that instant.