Turns out this previously shrieking-at-the-live-bait girl knows how to catch the most fish of the day! Under the tutelage of our friends, Mr. A & I nabbed the most bites. In between waiting to feel the smallest tease of a tug on the fishing line, we let the afternoon pass us by. We gathered & laughed, we sat & reflected, we looked out over the water & exhaled. The hard oyster shells under our feet no match for our softened spirits.
With a lil' bit of pina coladas in our rum, we spent hours chatting as we restaurant hopped down the pier (with touristy intended-for-children pirate hats on our heads because we have no shame). There was time for every conversation & every last hushpuppy. Looking back, we can't believe we were only there for 24 hours. Who knew a whirlwind could go so slowly? Only in the South, I suppose.
One more thing...have a great day on purpose!