Warmth that makes your bones feel good. Clear, crazy-warm water of the Gulf. Hibiscus flowers. Tiny lizards that scurry across your path. A lot of shrimp to eat. Not to mention fish tacos. Glorious pink-tinged sunsets. Cold, cold beer. 'Publix' supermarket which sold more types of breakfast cereal than I could even imagine. I am sure if an American came to 'Waitrose' here they'd get the same vibe; there is something about travel that gives a glimpse to how other people live and it's an interesting glimpse.
That humidity every time you step out of a building from the air-con inside. Dolphins - yes, we saw them just frolicking in the bay and off the beach. This does not happen here. Shells of every kind and even better, trashy shell shops that sell white-as-white sand dollars (there is probably some environmental disaster associated with the removal of sand dollars but for now, just humour me; they are so pretty). All the ones we found in the sea we put back undisturbed.
But the palm trees - I heart them. I can't describe it, there is something about palm trees that are so different to trees in England. They represent lushness.
It was a happy holiday, spent doing new stuff with old friends.
Still love Florida...
|...because it has palm tress and flags...|
|...because every day, despite the thunderstorms, there is a fresh beach...|
|...because it looks like God lives in the clouds there...|
|...because municipal things are adorned with palm trees (or dolphins)...|
|...because the water is turquoise and the sand is white...|
|...because there are picture-perfect houses like this; white and mint...|
|...because there are crab shacks that serve cold beers, where you legs stick to the chair but you don't care...|
|...because you can wear a palm tree sarong and feel right at home...|
|...because 'Nigel Pelican' from Nemo is around...|
|...because on my morning run at 8.00am there are beach-goers with rainbow umbrellas...|
|...because it feels like it's miles from anywhere that is in rural Sussex, England...|