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In Which Doris Gets Her Margarita

I didn’t expect to take more pictures on our last day on the beach at Marco Island, but then I saw this.

We discovered some amazing sand art.

Joe walked through an army of seabirds like the Kung Fu Grasshopper. See HERE.

And I got too close to a seagull.

The buildings on Marco Island look like Lego Hotels.

There was a dance party at the end of the day.

And another one at the Sliders Bar on Ameila Island, where we met the real Hatfield family, two guys from Richmond who have been to Floydfest and danced to live reggae music.

It was my first margarita  Next up: Dorothy puts on her ruby red slippers and says, “There’s no place like home.”

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  • 1 Sherry:

    I love the ending! What fun and the close up bird is wild!

  • 2 colleen:

    It’s Aruba without the plane ride. The sand is white and the gulf there is Caribbean blue. It’s noted to be one of the best places in the world to collect shells.

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