Florida is many worlds. There’s the panhandle, where it has more of an Alabama-Georgia feel. Then there’s the rest of the state – Central and South – that is more like the Florida most people know: Lush with palm trees, more heat and humidity, swamps, et cetera.
The first time I set foot in Florida was during hurricane season. Air traffic was backed up into Sarasota, and my plane had to circle several times out over the Gulf of Mexico before it was cleared to land. The cruise I was scheduled for was cancelled. I remember spending a lot of time in the boarded-up hotel and peeking through the glass doors, watching palm trees bent almost horizontal from the high winds. The rains were torrential. Somewhere, in my box of mementos, I have 35mm movies of this hurricane.
On another trip, while I was sitting in the passenger seat of a car, a cockroach crept up on me and up my neck. Yes, I screamed like a girl. I could hardly wait to leave Florida and return home.
Currently, I am working on a book of my travel experiences, of the whacky places I visited, and the zany people I met along the way. I’ll be sharing a few excerpts here on my blog. I expect the book to be finished summer of 2018.
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