Sunrise Resort 2020

This is our 4th year of coming to St. Pete Beach--the first year to the Strand and the last three to Sunrise Resort.   Last year we thought three weeks was a bit too long to be away from home so this year our stay will be two weeks.  It may not be long enough.

We were a bit daunted by United's texts and emails asking us if we could be flexible about our travel because of the impending snow storm.  I called to get their suggestions which seemed to be travelling later in the day. We thought that would only make the situation worse so we stuck with our 3 pm departure time.  We called for an Uber driver before noon and it began snowing as we left Barclay Square.

However, we made the right decision because the plane left only 20 minutes late and even with the wait for deicing we were in Tampa less than an hour late.  It's always a hassle to find where to meet an Uber driver but with several questions (Is this the red terminal? Where do Uber rides usually go?) we made contact outside the baggage claim Door 5-6 and were at the resort by 8:30.

Then there was the lock box issue which did not respond to the code of the last four digits of our phone number.  Which phone number?  My cell?  Jim's cell?  Last year's home phone?   Good neighbors came along and helped us clear the input and start over.  Jim's cell was the magic one and we finally had a key!

Unit 609 is lovely--as were all the units we have rented here.   We turned around quickly and headed out to find supper.   Friendly folk in the elevator said to try Harry's Bar at the Sirata.  That was a new one for us--so we gave it a try with tropical drinks, and sharing tortilla chips with dips and an 8 ounce burger with waffle fries.   A pretty late supper but just right.



We slept well and woke to the sounds of the annual race on Gulf Boulevard.   We walked across avoiding the runners and walkers to Tradewinds to get coffee and a muffin and biscotti to share again for $15,  a typical resort price!   Next was a walk to Dollar Tree and Publix for supplies and essentials so that we could have lunch and supper at our place.   It was about 4500 steps with six bags of groceries.  I stopped to sit on benches twice; a passer-by offered to carry our bags!   Jim took the three heaviest.  I posted my collapse on Facebook which got quite a few likes and comments.

The rest of the day was reading a Joe Gunther mystery on my Kindle app and NFL for Jim.   I missed our usual Sunday practice of worship and don't feel as if I spent it in a very uplifting way.  But we certainly are glad to be here, no longer on the road or in the air, and the place is as beautiful as always.