my sunshine state.

For years and years (not really) I’ve wondered why Florida is called The Sunshine State. Surely there are other states with more sunshine. Especially during the summer when it rains every single afternoon at 4:38 p.m. for 15 minutes on the other side of the street.

I’ve been to Cali and it was sunny every stinking day. Arizona? Texas? New Mex? Colorado? I’ve never been but I’ve heard the sun’s not shy.

However, Florida really lived up to its name this weekend.

tampa covention center bridge to harbour island davis islands bayshore

Ah. There’s never a shortage.

I planned to do a few workouts indoors this weekend, but the sunshine–look at it! Instead, I went on a few bike rides, I walked pretty much everywhere I needed to go and then I laid by the pool until I fell asleep; anything to soak up every single ounce.

When I wasn’t outside, I was in the kitchen.

oatmeal and berries

And when I wasn’t making muffin bottoms, I was chugging iced coffee, making oatmeal bowls with berries and chopping veggies until my fingers cramped.

Great weekend over here. I can’t wait for the next one. What did you do?

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3 thoughts on “my sunshine state.

  1. ahh what gorgeous pictures! at home, Queensland is the sunshine state, and it’s gorgeous there, always warmer than NSW & VIC but they get bad bad floods. And WA is warmer. Weird, right? also may I please have those berries? yum.

  2. Ouch. I took the Florida Bar exam in that building pictured…and to this day I experience a bit of PTSD every time it see it. *twitch* Now that I think about it, it WAS pouring down rain when I walked out of there!

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