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I got there first – in time for an early cocktail. But not the extra dry martini I had anticipated. It was sultry and very tropical-looking outside our oceanfront hotel in Deerfield Beach last weekend. A similarly sultry, tropical drink seemed appropriate, so I sipped on a Planter’s Punch at the outdoor bar and enjoyed the sea breezes as I waited.
You’ll recall that on Friday, Gwendolyn and I were just starting our two-night backyard vacation at a hotel less than half an hour from both our homes. She had to work a bit later than I did, so I checked in before her and went for that cocktail. Walking around this beachy area for the first time, I realized what I’d been missing in Deerfield all these years – it’s a resort packed into a few square blocks on A1A just north of Hillsboro Boulevard. Terrific restaurants, shops, hotels. And a great beach, one of the very best Blue Wave beaches in Broward.
When Gwendolyn arrived, we opened the sliding door on our oceanside room, poured ourselves a drink (yep, another one for me … I was on vacation) and just tried to soak in some of the lively atmosphere below. The brick walkway was full of tourists and locals strolling and laughing. I hadn’t expected so much activity in August. Before too long, we felt hungry and decided to try for an outside table at Ristorante Luna Rosa. Good decision. We ate one meal there on all three days away. This is real Italian, cooked wonderfully and served in a postcard setting. I went for pomodoro pasta, she had a delicious piece of salmon served in a light sauce.
After a long dinner, we joined all those strolling folks along the palm tree-lined walkway, holding hands in what was a not-quite-full moon. We found the weather pleasant for a South Florida summer, still sultry yes, but sensuous and clear, cooled by a persistent breeze. I didn’t feel like I was anywhere near home, quite honestly. I couldn’t have been more relaxed if we’d flown to Tahiti. And I’m not sure that our Friday evening could have been any more delightful there than it was in Deerfield Beach. I was already looking forward to Saturday.
You’ll recall that on Friday, Gwendolyn and I were just starting our two-night backyard vacation at a hotel less than half an hour from both our homes. She had to work a bit later than I did, so I checked in before her and went for that cocktail. Walking around this beachy area for the first time, I realized what I’d been missing in Deerfield all these years – it’s a resort packed into a few square blocks on A1A just north of Hillsboro Boulevard. Terrific restaurants, shops, hotels. And a great beach, one of the very best Blue Wave beaches in Broward.
When Gwendolyn arrived, we opened the sliding door on our oceanside room, poured ourselves a drink (yep, another one for me … I was on vacation) and just tried to soak in some of the lively atmosphere below. The brick walkway was full of tourists and locals strolling and laughing. I hadn’t expected so much activity in August. Before too long, we felt hungry and decided to try for an outside table at Ristorante Luna Rosa. Good decision. We ate one meal there on all three days away. This is real Italian, cooked wonderfully and served in a postcard setting. I went for pomodoro pasta, she had a delicious piece of salmon served in a light sauce.
After a long dinner, we joined all those strolling folks along the palm tree-lined walkway, holding hands in what was a not-quite-full moon. We found the weather pleasant for a South Florida summer, still sultry yes, but sensuous and clear, cooled by a persistent breeze. I didn’t feel like I was anywhere near home, quite honestly. I couldn’t have been more relaxed if we’d flown to Tahiti. And I’m not sure that our Friday evening could have been any more delightful there than it was in Deerfield Beach. I was already looking forward to Saturday.
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