Anyway, I made pretty good timing on the road. The only concern was the freaked out dude in the white pick-up truck that kept slowing down, speeding up, changing lanes and maneuvering all over the highway. This of course turned my mom into a bundle of nerves. Mom, by the way, is usually my white knuckled passanger. She sits STRAIGHT up and presses her back against the seat while she grips the door and armrest....tightly. So you get the full image, she has the tendency to slam on the invisible brakes from her passenger seat. It is actually kind of comical. And before you even think it...I am NOT a bad driver....SHE is a nervous passenger. I hear AY!....Ohhh! and...plenty of sighs every time I drive her anywhere.
Well, we were at the beach and seated in an hour and a half.
Here is the view from our table:
Fried shrimp and oysters for me! Oh, would this be a bad time to mention I wrote an article on the worst foods that cause belly fat? Ahem hhhmmmm here
I seriously wanted to sit here for a good while. There is just something about the sound of the surf and the rolling waves that transports me....sigh
These guys were hoping I'd give them food. Sorry Charlie...
Well, I had to blow a kiss goodbye to the crashing waves, the moments of tranquility, the freakishly tempting fried foods and head back home. But first, we had to stop at a seashell souvenir shop...
Until next time.....adios Isla Padre!