Happy Monday! I just spent a long weekend visiting with my nana and popop at their home in Sarasota – so I walked into this week, relaxed, refreshed, loved and grateful.
I had been looking forward to this trip and the chance to spend some quality time with two of my favorite people for a while. First, of course, there was the sunny weather (after a terrible east coast winter) and second, who doesn’t love being the center of attention? Especially when it’s the center of a grandparent’s attention!
In life (atleast mine), family is first – always. It was nice to feel the richness of my relationships with both of my grandparents this weekend – creating new beautiful memories together and fondly sharing and remembering those past.
Here's my TOPS from a long weekend spent with my favorite nana and popop in Sarasota, Florida (and many photos below):
- Upon arrival, popop presented me with my “itinerary”.
- Lunch at Tommy Bahamas (it's tradition).
- Shopping for Birkenstocks with my nana.
- Seashell safari with my popop on Lido beach (where he shared his endless knowledge about shells + crunched a few with his sneakers in the process) followed by matching yogurt parfaits and coffee at one of the beach restaurants.
- Helping my nana and popop with their technology items. I troubleshooted my popop’s copy machine, connected popop’s ipod to wifi, taught him to use siri and take notes and downloaded bejeweled for my nana on her ipad. Phew.
- Lunch on the water at Marina Jacks.
- The Sarasota Farmer’s Market.
- Talking travel with my nana. She shared that Spain and Italy were her two favorite spots that they have traveled to – along with itineraries I can follow in Spain (Barcelona, Costa Del Sol, Rhonda).
- Admiring my nana’s eclectic collections and decorating (someone needs to call Elle Décor stat).
- As we drove over the Sarasota bridge, my popop recited the phrase my dad used to say every time they crossed, “It doesn’t get any better than this.”
And it doesn't. Family + love in a beautiful location.
With a little sunshine in my pocket,