Here I am on one of the best beaches in Florida — and possibly the world — and the birds are having more fun than I am. Actually, they don't even look like they're having that great a time, as they're all standing seriously in formation and facing forward (except for the ones who are scratching themselves). But at least they're not freezing like me — it's 57 degrees here on Siesta Key, a small barrier island just off of Sarasota, but it's very windy so it feels a lot colder despite the sun. But even in this un-Floridian weather I can appreciate that the sand lives up to the chamber of commerce's claim of The World's Finest Whitest Sand. It truly feels just like baby powder — that has been kept in the refrigerator. Luckily for me there's more to do in Sarasota than just the beach, and I'm off to go find out what that is.