A couple of weekends ago we did something we seldom do - play tourists. We all loaded up in the Pathfinder and headed North to Tarpon Springs. None of us had ever been there and we had heard the place has nice shops and is a source for sponges. Sounded good enough for us.
Here we are in the Fun Bus. The current Mrs. Blythe is driving and checking out the map with Drew. In the second row we have Alfred adjusting her shades and Kenze listening in on the convo up front.
And rounding out the posse in the third row cheap seats is your author and Norah.
We stopped in a place that had a movie going about Tarpon Springs. It was fairly interesting: Tarpon was invaded by Greeks around the turn of the century (20th) and began diving for sponges - which is what many of them did back in the Old Country.
Drew bought us tickets for a boat ride and demonstration. We lapped it up like frogs lapping flies.
We passed this unique but definitely cool home on the Anclote River.
Pole sitting is still in fashion in these parts.
Frank, a swarthy dark Greek, has been doing these demonstrations for years. The suit is an original early 20th century diving apparatus they used. Frank also flirted with an almost 6 year old member of the party which then meant we had to buy a set of postcards autographed by him. Ah, the life of a tourist. Part 2 in the coming days.
You are lucky to have an entry today. The new computer system for the offices of BFE has been giving the staff and underlings fits. But we shall endeavor to persevere. Hopefully there will be a Tidbit tomorrow to share but no promises. Learning curve woes.