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After the hustle and bustle of the last few days Bruce and I took a road trip in the MINI. Bypassing the interstate we drove to Howey in the Hills. Turns out it is a super small town with one interesting site. Mr. Howey built a mansion in the '30's which we stumbled upon. Turns out some Presidents' have stayed there in it's heyday. It so reminded me of a favorite Nancy Drew book--The Mystery at the Moss-Covered Mansion. It is really some sort of ivy but still...

Prior to arriving there I saw this road side fruit stand in Groveland. Vernelle was very nice and thrilled that I took her picture. She is the retired postmistress of Howey in the Hills,now keeping a closer eye on her fruit stand. I purchased a bag of tangerines to make some juice and when she saw there was a split one in the bag she immediately replaced it. No defective fruit from her trees. It turns out she has 200 trees behind her house, picking what she sells each morning. This is definitely a vanishing part of Florida life.

The trip was absolutely perfect. We had lunch at Yahala Bakery, a wonderful German bakery in what seems like the middle of nowhere.

Returning, we took another back road that was hilly. Now if you live in any other state than Florida this is no big deal, but we're flatlanders around here. I was so excited! Beautiful pink wild grasses, waving in the breeze, in the pastures. Perfect.

I asked Bruce when was the last time that you went anywhere and there was almost no traffic? His four hours to go 45 miles in the DC area is still fresh in his mind. We leisurely made our way back to Orlando through several other tiny towns.

Originally we'd intended to go to the movies; I'm so thrilled we changed our mind!
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