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I don’t quite know how to explain it properly, but I think we’ve found the perfect place for us to beach vacation. Our first impression of southwest Florida (besides the airport) was of Sanibel and Captiva. Upscale/Disney-ish, yet perfect for Birkenstock bohemians feeling a little environmental guilt, Sanibel/Captiva is quite the expensive, yet gorgeous place. But, on Saturday, when we arrived here at the hotel (which I’ve GOT to tell you about later), we found a different dynamic.
Fort Myers Beach is Sanibel’s redneck cousin. Lots of beer and tattoos (Lintilla may be the only woman here without a lower back tattoo). Tacky gift shops, restaurants, mini golf, a casino cruise, and bars that brag about how cold their beer is, bellies that aren’t sculpted (far from it). You can’t help but get the feeling that the rest of the area looks down on, and is a little embarrassed by Fort Myers Beach.
This is the perfect place for us. Anyone who knows us knows this to be true.
And the sunset! Oh.My.Lord. It is so incredibly beautiful, yet so fast. You can literally watch it going down (being here so close to the equator). If you turn your head, even for a minute, you miss most of it. I will do my best to properly photograph it this week. It won’t be easy; I’m no photographer. There’s so much other stuff to get into (I find it fascinating that July is their “off-season” here; that’s the opposite of Destin).
Nobody’s burned themselves yet, and we’re trying our best to eat healthy (I had stuffed flounder while watching the sunset at our oceanside table last night). I’ll gain a few pounds because we’re taking it easy and enjoying ourselves, but that’s OK. It’ll be fun losing it.
I’m following through with my promise to Lintilla NOT to overplan, or to rush her to get anywhere. We WILL have to wake up a little early tomorrow; we’re going deep-sea fishing.
So far, this has been really, really nice. I am already extremely relaxed (for me). I’ll tell you more, but we’re about to go back to the snooty island for some good shelling. In the meantime, could you hold my beach chair for me?