Jon told me we'd be going out of town for the weekend, but wouldn't tell me where. On Friday I picked him up from work and he just started driving west. I was so pleasantly surprised with the destination. The first night we had a casual dinner. On Saturday we went canoeing, checked out the town of Sarasota, and went to the beach. In the afternoon Jon needed to try raw oysters, which I don't think either of us ever need to eat again. That night we had a great Spanish Tapas dinner, and then went back out to the beach. It was so pretty at night, with only the sound of the water. Jon had put the ring in between two clam shells, and then superglued them shut. While we were sitting on the sand, he acted like he had found a still-closed clam shell. He prodded me to open it, but I refused because, well, that would kill the clam. I was just at the point where I was about to grab it from him and throw it back in the ocean when he said, "no, Kendra....open the shell". OHHHHHHH.....okay! I opened it and there was the ring. We still had the next day to bum around on the beach before returning to Orlando. It was a great weekend.
