The first thing I did when I got to Florida was text my uncle.

What’s the wireless password out here?

I couldn’t wait to upload pictures and show you around the property that is my grandparent’s “ranch.” But Granddad had no clue what either of the words “wireless” or “router” meant, let alone where to find the password to access it. And my uncle, the resident electronics helper ’round those parts, wasn’t there when the Internet had been installed.

“I guess Krista will just have to survive without the Internet this week,” he said.

To which I said, “Blah, blah, blah.”

I was able to get on Granddad’s laptop in the evenings to update my daily Facebook status, but blogging was impossible. I had no way to upload pictures and, like I said before, I’m apparently a finicky writer. I need my “space” in order to craft my words. Who knew?

But now that I’m back to Utah, and back on my computer, with access to the Internet again (p.s. I “survived” quite beautifully Uncle Scott, thankyouverymuch), I am so excited to show you the gorgeousness that is my grandparents’ home in Fort Myers, Florida.

First up … sunrise over the Orange River.

The first morning I was there, I woke up early (as per my new routine) and flip-flopped out to the dock in the backyard where I sat at the edge of the soft, glassy river, amidst the morning noises of the Florida jungle. The sun rose up from behind a palm-lined horizon, pouring pinks and purples through the mossy oaks, so deep and rich in color that I wished I could’ve pulled them from the sky to paint with later.

And I wondered…will there ever come a day when the Earth ceases to amaze me?

I doubt it.