Saturday we traveled down, went to the boat show, and had a stylishly late
-and wonderfully delicious- dinner at Rocco's Tacos. The boat show was
more yachty than boaty, which is hard for the casual middle-class show
goer. I think the smallest boat in the water was 40 feet, and very few of
the brands that I worked on back in the day were there.

Sunday we went to an art fair at CityPlace, walked the craziness of Worth
Avenue, and hit the beach. Sharks meant no swimming, though cold water and
high winds might have kept us out anyway. Kite surfers were out in force
for our entertainment, though, and we enjoyed a sunny day with not a cloud
in the sky and burgers for dinner with a milk shake night cap.

This morning broke cloudy and rainy. We ducked the rain in Palm Beach
(including watching 24 yachts parade under the Flagler bridge in one long
opening) then headed to PBI. Now here we sit, on a busy Delta jet, waiting
to head home.