In Siesta Key - Things To Do

“I think you will,” said Margot. And the morning sun, warm now on his shoulders, felt like the beginning of something he couldn’t yet name but was finally ready to feel.

The woman—her name was Margot, he’d learn—smiled. “Rain’s letting up in twenty minutes. When it does, I’ll show you what to really do in Siesta Key.” Twenty-two minutes later, the sun punched through the clouds like an afterthought. The world smelled of wet asphalt and blooming jasmine. Margot led Leo not toward the beach, but away from it, down a narrow path behind the hotel. things to do in siesta key

Leo looked at the napkin. Then at her. Then at the ocean, stretching out forever, as if it had all the time in the world. “I think you will,” said Margot

“And now?”

“This,” Margot whispered, “is the mangrove tunnel at South Lido. Technically not Siesta Key, but close enough. Locals know it. Tourists drive right past.” “Rain’s letting up in twenty minutes

“Second rule,” Margot said, kicking off her sandals. “At sunset, you don’t watch the sun. You watch the people watching the sun.”

“I had a plan,” he admitted. “Beach at dawn. Walk the length of the island. Swim. Shelling. Maybe a sunset cruise.”