Posts Tagged ‘travel’
One of my favorite areas around Santa Rosa Beach is Seaside — a town that is so creepily perfect that it served as the background for most of The Truman Show set.
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From good ol’ Wiki:
Seaside is an unincorporated master-planned community on the Florida panhandle in Walton County, between Panama City Beach and Destin. The town has become the topic of slide lectures in architectural schools and in housing-industry magazines, and is visited by design professionals from all over the United States.
While Seaside is fun to visit, I have a feeling that all that perfection might get tiresome afterawhile and a dorky klutz like me would stick out like a sore thumb. But that doesn’t mean I can’t take advantage of the town’s perfection while I’m there!
Figure A: The Pizza Bar.
After getting stuck in the rain (guess you aren’t so perfect after all, Seaside!), this pizza joint spoke to the Mister and I like a message from the Lord himself. And we’re not ones to ignore the Lord.
The Pizza Bar was a cool, hip place to dry off from the rain and recharge our batteries.
As I evaluated the menu, I immediately knew that I wanted the Farmer’s Market Pizza, topped with market veggies and arugala. One might even say it was in God’s plan.
Thank goodness.
Happy Friday!
My fridge is empty.
My house is in shambles.
And I’m currently questioning the state of my underarm region — did I remember to put on deodorant this morning?
Yes, I am packing. Because tomorrow the Mister and I leave for a four day Florida adventure!
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We’re currently in the process of trying to figure out what we NEED to bring. To the Mister, this means EVERYTHING. Need I remind you that the Mister is the type of man that actually purchases and keeps emergency kits in the car/basement/everywhere JUST IN CASE. Please try to imagine packing for a trip with this person. (Love you, honey).
Anyway, while we argue over what toys and gear is necessary for Beanie, please share some of YOUR travel tips — we’ll take all the help we could get right now 
And if you are travelling via plane this weekend, please, please don’t roll your eyes at the family with the screaming baby. Your efforts would be better spent sending them a complimentary cocktail
Remember when the Mister and I kicked off our babymoon with a Northstar Cafe breakfast? No? Well you can re-read it here.
Anyway, we paid another visit to Northstar this past weekend. This time, we decided we’d see what they could do with lunch.
No disappointments here.
Salad contained: mixed greens, dates, goat cheese, roasted chicken, almonds, corn, avocado and tomatoes (reminds me of another salad favorite!). Served with a huge chunk of freshly baked bread that I’m fairly certain Jesus himself might eat every day up in heaven. No butter required — and how often do I say that? Correct answer: never.
The simple fact, really, was that I was too lazy to walk back up to the counter and ask for some. Instead, I scarfed down the bread and then realized that just this once, I didn’t miss the butta. Could it be because I was too busy dipping it in the lemon oil vinaigrette dressing? Or calculating how much I would need to fix myself a bath of it? You betcha.