Much like in Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night, Audra found herself joyfully washed up on the sandy shores of a foreign land—not Illyria, mind you, but Sarasota, Florida, where the invigorating salt air offered a refreshing change from her Midwest hometown. The birds here sang in charming accents she couldn’t quite place, the local wildlife brought a delightful sense of whimsy, and the food? Let’s just say she happily embraced the adventure, which turned out to be a delicious tropical surprise. Honestly, she was enchanted—who knew being shipwrecked could be so wonderfully delightful? In her journals and letters and texts to friends and family, and now this blog, she’s been writing about this love affair with Sarasota ever since.