My plan for this week’s blog was to tell you about my first trip ever to Florida. For the past few months, my BFF Pat and I have made plans to visit Navarre Beach for a get-away during the off season. We were to leave home last Thursday, drive halfway and check in Friday for a week in the sand and the sun.
On Wednesday, we began hearing about a blustery female named Karen, scheduled to blow into town about the time we would be arriving. Reports were that Karen had a volatile disposition and no one knew quite what to expect of her. We began to think there might not be enough room on that small island for all of us.
We were in a maelstrom of indecision. Should we continue with our plans and risk the onslaught of her tempestuous behavior? Emotions flooded as we looked at what promised to be a turbulent relationship with this unstable Karen.
Finally, we were advised by the owners of the condo to change our plans. Most people were leaving the island, just to avoid Karen.
We did not want to cancel our vacation all together, so we headed north to Eureka Springs. There was no whirlwind of activity to greet us… just a couple of inches of rain and a gathering of a Corvette club.
Our “plan B” has turned out wonderfully. My BFF and I were able to book the last two rooms at the Writers Colony at Dairy Hollow. The get-away has been filled with reading, writing, napping, and doing nothing.
By Sunday, Karen was stand-offish and depressed. Probably a little huffy because things worked out so well for us.
Pat called it: Serendipity.