A Re-Marco-Ble Trip

Nearly a week later, and we're STILL sifting through the hundreds of photos taken from our Florida vacation trip this year.  It was an incredible 11 days in Marco Island and DisneyWorld -  great family time, fun times with friends, and countless new irreplacable memories created.  If you get bored easily by other people's vacation videos and pictures, you might want to avoid this blog for a few days.

Twenty years after our honeymoon, we returned to beautiful Marco Island, thanks to our friends Bob and Muriel.

Twenty years ago, we were joined by a Hurricane named Andrew, the inspiration for our first-born's name.  This time, we were graced with the presence of Tropical Storm Debbie.  Maybe if we get a goldfish, we'll name her Debbie.

Marco Island, in case you didn't know, is apparently home to the Best Ribs in America, and the World's Best Sauce, so natch, Heather, our BBQ queen, had to check their veracity.

Once again, Marco played host to the International Mother-Daughter Checker Championship

 The pool off the lanai provided lots of swimming opportunities for Andrew and Heather

   

While Dad and Andrew engaged in an incredible run from Marco to Naples (more on that in a later blog), Heather and Mom went exploring.  Here, Jack contemplates life on the Gulf of Mexico

 Heather takes a break in between checking out the real estate offerings

 Via Game of Thrones, my Khaleesi and her dragon eggs

The view from the lanai (behind that white roof was the home - now torn down - where Jack and I spent the first week of our honeymoon.  Not even a plaque to mark its passing.  Sigh.)

 

 As you can tell, the homes, hotels and sights of Marco are simply gorgeous, including those along the main drag, North Collier Boulevard, and at the downtown Esplanade

 

We had a bit of rain that kept us from working on our tans, but it didn't stop us from soaking in the sights, and doing some serious relaxing before we headed up to Disney.  Here's one of many fountain shots that filled the week

 See, it's not just me who's always on the phone.  But in her defense, Jack was checking in with mom

 Looking like something out of a nautical modeling magazine, my two stars

An appropriate warning sign

And finally, me and my sweetie, back at the scene of the crime, 20 years later.  We still got it, baby!  (Not the hair, obviously, but the wonder and love!)