There is something to be said about the forced indolence of a beach vacation. As long as the weather is fine, an umbrella provides shade, neighbors are not too obnoxious, and I have something to read, lounging on a beach—with an occasional foray into the water—can be a rather pleasant way to spend a day.
I have avoided the tyranny of auto ownership (ie. rental), which removes the urge to drive somewhere, anywhere. When wondering what to do next, some reflex forces you to grab the keys and drive somewhere. You know that there must be some mall or shop that needs to be inspected. It happens every time we travel to the US. We have been saved the need to satisfy the urge in Miami and Miami Beach. Of course, we could not avoid a stroll or two down Lincoln Road (mall). Surprisingly (or not) there were few signs for a Sale, which tend to be plastered on real malls.
Freedom will come to an end tomorrow, because we will rent a car for the trip north to a rented condominium. On the way, we must make a low pass through the outlet mall in Ft. Lauderdale and a short visit to the more up-market mall in Boca Raton, before traveling to the less-developed territory to the north. We will be on an island off the coast, which does not offer much shopping. That means that the urge to drive will require a trip to the mainland in search of franchises.
Don't try to pretend you disdain shopping in the U.S. I have seen you in a Sav-On Drugstore. Not a pretty sight.
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Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.