March 14, 2016
We’re still in Port Aransas, Texas, but we are definitely leaving on Wednesday. We still haven’t decided whether we’re going east or west. What’s the dilemma? Why can’t we make a decision? Well the reason lies on both of our shoulders. Tim hates cold weather, so he doesn’t want to go north until we’re certain we won’t need our woolies. I don’t like hot, humid, muggy, buggy weather, so I don’t want to head east into a long line of rainstorms along the gulf. We have to head somewhere, I guess we’ll make that decision on Wednesday after consulting our constant companion, the weather channel.
In a prior post, I added a few pictures of the beach here. Guess what? it’s Spring Break ! There are currently over 2 dozen colleges celebrating on “our” beach. I have to admit, it is kind of fun. We drive down the beach in a line of cars that is huge. It took us about an hour to drive 8 miles. Check this out.
This place is crazy, but it’s fun. You can even camp out on the beach in tents, RVs, whatever.
Just a short distance away, about 20 miles, are the pristine beaches of Padre Island.
Isn’t this beautiful? No driving or camping on the beach, but there are campgrounds very close by, with facilities.
Now back to our neck of the woods. We mostly drove to the beach and relaxed with books. Some lucky folks actually live on the beach. Look at these three houses.
The reason I put these particular houses in my post is because they do not have access except from the beach. There are several others as well. Their address is On The Beach Road. It’s pretty neat – I wonder what they do in a hurricane. Forget that – I know exactly what they do – get the heck out as quickly as they can – I know I sure would.
We ate in wonderful restaurants like La Barataria, where we had excellent sushi.
While at the beach, I was captured by a Great White Shark, who was nice enough to drop me off at an island souvenir shop.
Now, if you’ve gotten this far, you’re probably wondering what all of this has to do with “Popsicle Toes”. I have to tell you a little story. My sister Joan has nice feet. Now, I know many, many people don’t like feet. They think they are ugly. Well -some are, and some are not. Joan happens to have nice feet. Not too big, shaped rather nicely – for feet. BUT – they are kind of on the square side. Kind of like Fred Flintstone’s feet. We had a nephew who used to say Joanie’s toes reminded him of little square tiles. You don’t so much polish them, you roll the polish on with a tiny paintroller. It’s been quite a while since I’ve discussed feet. But this shop, POPSICLE TOES, brought it all back.
Here are a few pictures. Joan, these are for you.
Street sign to alert you that this store is in this mall.
Sign on the front wall of the building.
Sign on the door.
NOTE: I feel that I should plug the shop after taking pictures. POPSICLE TOES creates tasteful, tailored toe rings. Custom sized for a comfortable fit. They also sell other gifts. It’s a very cute shop.
NOTE #2 – Finally, after all of these years, I have been able to discuss your feet. Readers, you have no idea how I was tormented as a young teen. My feet are slightly larger than hers (I wear a size 6, but a 10 feels so much better). There was a time when sales people actually tried the shoes on your feet. Whenever the sales person was within earshot, Joan would hum the tune to Clementine. This is the verse in particular –
Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine;
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.
The story is out, and I can now rest.