There’s nothing like driving on a whim down A1A on a lazy Friday afternoon. After browsing through what Wellington real estate has to offer, we decided to take our talents to the oceans of Boca Raton for a different vibe. What we found was a gem: South Inlet Park! It was clean, shady and serene, and it even had a playground for the antsy little one. Picnic tables abound. Banyan trees made me feel like I was in a jungle some place else. Fishing was definitely a plus. And the ocean….well….
…the breezy ocean was well worth the travel time and traffic. The ocean was well worth it all.
We packed up the kids in the car not too long after and headed further south. The windows were rolled down while the daddy and I belted out Bruno Mars’ Unorthodox Jukebox. Claire snacked on some whole wheat goldfish, while Christian slept away peacefully. We adored the magnificent mansions and elegant yachts along the way and somehow found ourselves in Pompano Beach.
What? Even Deerfield Beach? Yes. It was at Deerfield where we saw the mouth-watering Long John Silver sign beckoning us to skip our planned Happy Meal treats. We did. And those hush puppies were just as good as I remembered last time I had them at the now nonexistent Okeechobee Blvd. branch. Yumm.
The drive home was a rush as we were met with lightning, rain, and thunder on the road. Claire was howling for dinner then, and the only thing that stopped her was me singing on repeat the Hotdog Song from the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. This drove our driver daddy mad. Actually, I believe it made us all mad.
Claire was so great through it all; she got an after-dinner treat of homemade banana ice cream! It’s simply made of fresh bananas cut up into slices and frozen. Once frozen, magically turn it into ice cream mush in the food processor. Voila! Ice cream for the toddler thanks to the Sprout channel.
And then it was goodnight. Except for me.