I still remember sitting at St. Armands thinking:
Wait... what is this place?
We had traveled all over Europe, Asia, Israel, and cities across the U.S.But Sarasota felt different.
Somehow it felt like Europe and old Florida had a baby.One minute we were walking through sculptures and courtyards wondering who these lucky people were that got to live here.The next, we were standing at Marina Jack staring at the boats.
Then Longboat felt like one giant five-star resort.Then Siesta looked like someone dropped the Caribbean into Florida.
Then came the moment.On our last night sitting on Siesta Key watching sunset, Wes and I looked at each other and said:"I think we should move here.
Two months later we did.
