Sunset on the beach last night. The neon lights were for the beach volleyball that everyone was too cold to play. 40 degrees on the beach is a chilly, chilly night in Tampa.
Then there is the airport.
Empty airports are amazing structures. The pathways can make you dizzy.
You can’t discount the wild life on the gulf coast of Florida, even if they aren’t real. 😝
But the highlight of my trip were my neighbors last night at the Don CeSar.
About 2:30 am, I am awakened by groaning and moaning……Waking up abruptly in an unfamiliar hotel room, it took me a second to get my bearings. I listened as the moaning got more intense. Then the praising started. You know….great verbal encouragement from a female voice, interspersed with…moaning. Yep. My neighbors were fully engaged.
After a while, I don’t know if I was jealous, or suspicious? Was this real? Who in the world goes that long? They have to be Professional, and this is the road show. It was quite a session, impressive in longevity, and verbal contributions. I only heard the woman, until the end. Then the very deep male voice joined in with quite an enthusiastic, ‘OH YEA’!
Such is life on the road, in an old hotel full of Romance and History, and very Randy guests.
I tried to catch a glimpse of them the next morning, but alas, they stayed behind their closed door.
Oh well. Maybe it was the spirits of famous guests of the Mob Era Clientele who frequented the Pink Palace on St. Pete’s Beach? Maybe it was a mermaid who led a sailor astray in human form? Maybe it was newlyweds?