So, here is what we did on the three days that I was in charge of a plan:
When I had my head injury in 2011, the physiatrist I went to told me I just needed to go find a beach somewhere and dig my toes in the sand for about six weeks. He said, "Nothing would be better for you than digging your toes in the sand and keeping them there until your injury heals." Of course few of us have the luxury of extended toe in the sand time, so when I get a bit of it, I make the most of it.
Walking barefootin the sand is the perfect exfoliator for winter weary, dry heels, and and it also soothed my aching instep. I love walking on the seashore. The water was cold, but oh so refreshing.
We took her up on her suggestion and off we went to see Mount Dora. All we knew was that it was a "quaint little town with lots of antique shops." The drive to our destination was great. We saw orange groves, and wonderful country homes along our route. When we drove into town, I was somewhat reminded of Baker City, Oregon, because it seemed like we were going back in time. The homes, the streets, the shops, were all reminiscent of the 1950's or 1960's. We explored many of the shops and walked down to Lake Dora which is just a few blocks form the shopping area. We got to Lake Dora too late to schedule a boat ride around the lake during the day. We could have taken a sunset tour, but we wanted to eat and get back to Orlando before it got too late in the evening.
After shopping and walking around town, it was suddenly late afternoon. We decided we'd better find a place to eat. As we wondered around checking out restaurants, I saw an intriguing spot at the end of the street. A beautiful historic inn painted with bright yellow paint didn't need the double "Welcome" signs in front to convince me that this was a spot I wanted to know more about.
Don't you just love this place?
I love the light just before the sun sets. This scene is so peaceful.