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I’ve always had a bad case of wanderlust. When that’s not possible (time and money issues,) I’m game when my sisters conference call me about a 4-day getaway in Florida – in dreary February, no less.

As I book everyone’s flights to meet around the same time in West Palm Beach, I keep forgetting that even though we’re older and wiser, we often revert back to well-established family roles from childhood when we all get together.

My oldest sister, the non-nonsense Matriarch, takes charge and rents a 2-bedroom condo right on Jensen Beach www.jensenbeach.com, without telling us. She spends a week there with her husband, an avid fisherman before the rest of us arrive. Read the rest of this entry »