Usually, when I travel to Florida I go to Miami – not because I’m some turnt up chick in a Hervé Léger dress surviving on Ciroc vodka – but it’s where some of my family resides in the winter months. On the Gulf coast, things are much more a la geriatric and our nightly activities include a gluten free bread run to Trader Joe’s and – gasp! – sleep.
But since I’m an old woman already, I am blending in with the one-piece swimsuit and Metamucil. In fact, that’s what I am presently sipping on as I write this post!
(My boyfriend tells me that nobody gets my jokes – is that true?)
We’re staying in Siesta Key just off the coast of Sarasota – and the beach here was voted number one in America by Dr. Beach (who is the Punxsutawney Phil of beaches in the US).
The sand is as white as snow; it’s like walking on baking powder – or cocaine, for the Miami folks. Here I am on the first day, also white as snow, frolicking in the waves and bringing a little bit of Calle Ocho to whoever wants it.
Jetset Outfit: Masquenada bathing suit; LOFT by Ann Taylor necklace; Le Chateau sunglasses.
Photography by Alexander Liang
