Honeymoon Day Seven (Sunday, September 24, 2000)

[I kept a bit of a diary of our honeymoon 10 years ago. I think I will share it, sort of “as it happened”. There are 11 installments. Enjoy.]
Sunday is pretty much a crash day. Sally hits the beach and I hit the couch to read the new Clancy novel.¹ Late in the morning I walk over to Lowdermilk Beach to find Sally and play with my sand toys for the camera. In the afternoon we finally find the Ice Cream Café for which we have been searching (and for which we have a coupon). It’s east of I-75 rather than west of it. We then come back to the condo and I crash again and Sally goes to the beach again.
At 7 PM I am forced under threat of mayhem to take my wife to Naples Pier to watch the sunset (admittedly the first sunset worth watching since we’ve been here as this is the first cloudless evening since we’ve been here). Then we go back to Mel’s for dinner and are appropriately abused for our newlywed status by the Jewish mother waitress, who for some inexplicable reason goes by the name “Nino” (her real name being Eileen). She keeps calling one of the Hispanic waitresses a shiksa. I keep telling Sally that that isn’t very nice. Sally says it’s just the common word for a non-Jewish woman today. Not in my experience 🙂 but this isn’t my town 🙂
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¹ The Bear and The Dragon.