I meandered back from the aquarium and stopped back at the Market Common.
I stopped at the Warbird Park on the way in. Market Common is on an old air force base. Being my father's daughter, I did need to stop and take a look at the planes. Oh I didn't stop long. Just enough to take a picture and a moment's reflection.
I was headed back that way because I so wanted to check out the Tommy Bahama Cafe. http://www.tommybahama.com/TBG/Cafes/Find.jsp#states
I think you are right here next to the ocean. Why would you go to a glorified high end chain restaurant for island fair when you could go to a locals place. I know we went to Margaritaville earlier in the week so who am I to judge. But Tommy Bahama!? Of course I went in.
I was not disappointed. Those who know me can suspect I was on a mission and I achieved. Because what self-respecting pretend island bar wouldn't have an assortment of rum. And that they did. So I had a tall black-n-coke and some coconut shrimp.
And while I was reflecting on various levels... I did stop by the Bermuda Gardens on the way back to the resort. I was thinking I would tour a model but it was closed for the day when I got there. Instead I drove around the new neighborhood and had a laugh at the names they chose for their streets. They were going for the Bermuda feel. Just the choices they made were rather remote locations instead of the obvious.
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