Walking ~ Day 202 It’s A Small World After All

The weather is so nice here we are actually watching football on outdoor TV screens. But I’m getting ahead of myself. We started our day in Palm Beach at the farmers’ market on Clematis Street. After a quick cup of coffee at home, foregoing breakfast because we heard there would be crepes at the market, we hit the road. My daughter will forever remember the farmers’ markets in Santa Monica and the crepe booth with the fabulous Nutella crepes.

We needed gas. At the gas station, I had to hop out to take a photo of yet another piece of dumpster art. My husband spent the first few miles of the journey poking fun at me for my obsessive photo taking and all around addiction to my IPhone which I tried to defend as, “It’s my camera. I am not tweeting.” Was I writing nice things about him yesterday? Did I mention he is sometimes a pain in the ass?

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The market is in downtown Palm Beach, set up in a plaza along the intracoastal.

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We quickly found the French pastry chef with the crepes. They don’t make them to order as they do in Santa Monica but my daughter gave them a thumbs up. We also ordered a fruit tart and a breakfast sandwich with eggs and cheese and prosciutto on a fresh roll.

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There were lots of good things for sale and we tried most of the free samples. There were mushrooms:

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Freshly made guacomole along with ceviche and salsa. Delicious.

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And orchids:

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At a hot sauce booth, my daughter tried one of the varieties, the ghost pepper sauce. We thought she might die. She was gasping for breath. After we got her to quench the fire with some guacomole and regain her composure, we strolled down to the harbor where the wealth of the one percent was on full display. We each chose our favorite yacht, fantasizing of sailing off to the Caribbean, just a hop, skip, and a jump from here.

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We wandered through this very happening little neighborhood and stumbled upon an antique market. It had some deco pieces, costume jewelry, and the ugliest lamps and tables I have ever seen, made from golf clubs. They didn’t even warrant a photo.

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Several great looking restaurants along a street that was closed for the day were setting up long dinner tables on the street and a large TV screen for the afternoon Alabama vs. Auburn football game.

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But we had plans, we were moving on. We drove along the coast past Jupiter Beach up to Hobe Sound. The wind was whipping, the seas were rough. We watched a sailboat struggle to stay upright.

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Along a street lined with banyan trees we quoted lines from the Wizard of Oz and Lord of the Rings.

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Then we were back home, regrouping to meet some old friends at the Key Lime House. This is where the small world comes in to play. When we popped that turkey in the oven on Thanksgiving Day and went for a walk, we ran into some old friends from New Hampshire. We were walking along Route A1A past Briny Breezes when the Donovans drove by. Our older daughter met their daughter when they were in first grade. They played lacrosse together all through their school years. We spent many a cold afternoon in the bleachers with the Donovans, watching a game that is considered a spring sport but starts in March which is a long way from spring in New Hampshire.

A car pulled over to the side of the road near the surf shop, a woman rolled her window down and shouted, “Sheila?” Everyone got extremely excited, shouting all at once. “We saw this family walking down the street and said, isn’t that nice.” “Wait, we know them.” “Is that the Blanchettes?” “This is amazing. What a small world.” The exclamatory remarks went on for quite some time, our incredulousness knew no limits. I even happened to me on the phone with my daughter in Colorado when they pulled over. I passed my phone into the back seat so she could talk to her old high school friend. “You’re talking to the Donovans? In Florida? On the street?” She was equally incredulous. We exchanged phone numbers and made plans to meet for drinks. It is a small world after all.

So tonight was the night. We were meeting the Donovans for drinks and outdoor football viewing. The boyfriend was very exctied about the ‘Bama/Auburn game. It ended up being one of the most exciting games in the history of football. We were all rooting for Auburn and they pulled off one of the most amazing upsets ever. More incredulous exclamations were shouted. “Unbelievable.” “Best game ever.” “I can’t believe it.” “That was amazing.””What a rush.”

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Like laughter, amazement and wonder are also good for you.. “Good for the soul.” “I can’t believe how good I feel.” “That was awesome.” “A top ten day.” “One for the records book.” “Life is Good, just like the T-shirt says.”

Life is incredulous sometimes.

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