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After a bit of repartee with the security man on the elevator we made our way to our assigned room on the fourth floor of the Emerald Grande Resort. The room, rather suite, as we came to understand, was perfect with an incredible view of the bay, pool and the bridge to Destin canvassing the entire picture.

After a moment we realized that the man at the desk had given us an entire suite with three bedrooms, two baths, two balconies; one off of the living room with the plush furniture and flat screen TV and one of off the master suite which proved to be perfectly decorated and comfortable. The master bath was pure black- swirled marble with exquisite light fixtures and Jacuzzi tub with separate shower. It was far more than we had expected or needed; we quickly made a few phone calls to invite family and friends to fill up the extra bedrooms.

We ambled into kitchen which was divine; black and brown speckled granite countertops, perfectly formed cherry cabinets with stainless steel appliances graced a spacious area with sunken dimmer lights shining delicately onto our workspace where a pitcher of accurately-executed margaritas was emerging rapidly.

Out to the balcony we ushered ourselves, just in time to watch the beauty of nothingness but nature transforming itself ever so gently into the welcomed evening of an unexpected venue. We sipped the margaritas, carefully navigating the salt rimmed glasses and counted our blessings once again for the unexpected, unplanned, and truly welcomed surprises that a wrong turn onto the right highway of life can offer two very delighted souls of nature.

In minutes - or was it hours? - We made our way down to the promenade amongst the chatter and bustle of tourists and vacationers foraging for fine dining and entertainment. Shortly into our search an elderly couple approached us and asked about the boat that takes guests across the clear, green waters to the private beach that Emerald Grande hosts for its patrons.

Not more than three or four words into the conversation I realized that I was listening in Spanish and not in English; maybe it was the margaritas, maybe it was time of day and the sun was setting so beautifully over the peninsula, but for that moment it mattered not to me what language was being spoken or in which language I replied. And later I thought that this is the beauty of having the ability to speak in more than one language. It is the key to communication. No matter where you are, or what you are doing, your chances of interacting with others has increased simply by being versed in more than one language.

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