I dropped the baby sister off at the airport at 4:45 a.m. (She’s headed to upstate New York for a week and then back to the Island to get married.) After leaving her on the curb, I returned to the hotel and slithered back under the sheets for at least another hour or so. Then I remembered the free breakfast downstairs in the lobby and the prospect of those little cheese danishes got me really excited. Thus, I couldn’t go back to sleep. So. Up I was for danishes and juice. Free danishes and juice. Even better. Once completely satiated, I decided it best to head home.
It was such a beautiful morning. And such a beautiful drive. That Florida to Georgia to South Carolina span of I-95. And of course crossing the bridge from the mainland to the Island gets me every time. Blues and greens for miles.