It was a quiet evening, just a few souls still lingering. The bar was already closed and I took a seat in a dark spot on the deck, with a wide view of the ocean, sky and surrounding resorts and condos. Bob Marley sang ruefully from the outdoor speakers, "I don't want to wait in vain for your love." Stars twinkled in the heavens as the lights from distant boats and cruise ships flickered on the horizon. An occasional jet descended along the coastline in preparation for landing at Palm Beach International Airport.
For an hour and a half, absolute relaxation took over.
Our long weekend on Singer Island turned out to be memorable for lots of reasons. The kids got their first chance to really swim in the ocean (under dad's attentive supervision). We took walks on the beach, built sand castles, skipped seashells along the water's edge. When a steady drizzle began to fall, we drove by the mammoth residential compounds of Palm Beach and tooled down tony Worth Avenue (looking a bit out of place in our minivan). We ate well, discovering a wealth of delightful dining at The Gardens Mall in nearby Palm Beach Gardens. I'm not much of a mall guy, but that place is awesome I must say.
After two nights away, we returned home sandy, salty and sunburned. But everyone seemed refreshed. Gotta love vacations, even if they're short and sweet.