Fort Myers, Florida

Hey y’all!  Since we’ve spent the last two months traveling down into Florida and now back up through Florida, I wanted to take the time to tell you about our adventures in Fort Myers.  It’s a very popular town, to say the least.  We only spent about a week there, but it wasn’t without adventure. 

We traveled into Fort Myers during the first week of December and found a place to park in the back of a Pilot truck stop.  The day we pulled in, we decided to check into any RV parks that might have been in the area, and luckily, we found a very nice one barely a mile from the truck stop called Lazy J’s Mobile Home Park.  Normally I refrain from using names when writing, but in this case, the names are necessary.  Lazy J’s Mobile Home Park is run by a guy named Troy and his wife Sharon; two very hospitable people who additionally helped us out, not only did they give us a small discount for staying there, but he pointedly parked us a little closer to his place just so we could get the best Wi-Fi signal possible so we could watch the College Football SEC game between our Georgia Bulldogs and Alabama’s Crimson Tide.  Unfortunately, our Bulldogs lost, but life goes on. 

The day of the game, we pulled into the park just before noon, set up, plugged in, and preparing for game day, we drank a couple Budweiser’s.  Afterwards, hubby and I decided to take a small walk to Family Dollar, which wasn’t far; just one street over.  People were having outdoor barbeques and enjoying the hot, sunny weather.  However, the following morning, the road we had walked to get to Family Dollar was marked off with yellow crime scene tape and a sheriff’s car was blocking the way.  An interesting wake up call to say the least.  The road was blocked off for most of the day.  Why?  In the middle of the night, around 2:30am, there was a shooting… on that road.  To be more specific, the shooting took place at the house where just the day before we saw they were having a family cookout.  We didn’t stop or anything, just commented between ourselves how they were having a cookout.  Everything about the atmosphere on that street seemed so peaceful.  Well, something went wrong in the middle of the night.  Hubby was awoken by the flashing lights of cop cars; our daughter was awoken in the middle of the night by the sound of shots being fired.  I slept through the entirety of it.  In talking with the owner of the park, Troy, we learned that it’s a very rare occurrence in that area.  The last time, he said, was about four years ago. 

We pulled into the park on Saturday, for the SEC game, and were scheduled to stay until Monday, however, I was enjoying the serene scenery and the residents, we paid and stayed an extra day to further enjoy the area.  We would take a walk around the park in the mornings after having coffee, throughout the afternoon, and again at night after the sun went down and the temperatures cooled.  Everyone was decorating their homes with Christmas lights and inflatable Christmas figures.  Our first night there, as we were heading to bed, I noticed some major Christmas lighting through our back bedroom window.  Looking out was a magnificent sight.  There was a house literally on the edge of the water, and their holiday decorations were over the top according to my standards.  What made the scene so magnificent was how it reflected over the water. 

A spectacular sight.

The owner’s place was nicely done as well, but his had a musical accompaniment.  It was hard getting the right shot where everything was lit at once.  As we went to pay for an extra day at the office, we compliment Sharon on their Christmas lights display and found out he isn’t even finished with them!

Amazingly, he wasn’t finished with the lighting.

We met some very nice people during our stay there.  Everyone was so friendly, wishing us a good morning during our morning walks, and sharing their life stories with us if they caught us walking at night.  One guy, an older gentleman, who is now retired from the sheriff’s department following an incident in which he got hurt on the job, shared with us that him and his wife plan to travel after he has some surgery that’s required being how he got hurt.  He didn’t go into details, but he found us so interesting given how we’re traveling. 

During our time in Fort Myers, we also explored some Mexican cuisine.  First, we ordered from a small, local taco truck, called Super Taco.  We ordered some simple tacos and a super burrito.  Both were so tasty we went back the next afternoon in hopes of eating there again, but they weren’t open.  Since they’re food wasn’t available, we walked a little further up the street to what we thought was a Mexican restaurant, but it wasn’t a restaurant, it was a Mexican food market.  Inside this food market, in the back was a takeout counter like you find in the Walmart Deli section, but this was straight Mexican cuisine.  The food was absolutely fantastic!!!  My husband knows more Spanish language than I do, so he ordered for us and our daughter who stayed back at the motorhome with our cats and watched a movie.  I hate to say it, but I felt so out of place, I stuck to my husband like I was glued to him.  Additionally, I wasn’t big fan of Mexican food, but after eating from that food market, I have a changed palette!  For what we ordered, we received about the same amount as when you order from a Chinese restaurant… more than one can eat in a single sitting.  We ate that for lunch, dinner, snack, and the next day my husband finished it.  I would love to go back for more, but we don’t have the time to travel back down to Fort Myers.  My favorite part was their tortillas.  They’re nothing like the packs of flour tortillas you buy in your local grocery store, or even the flour tortillas that come with your meal at a Mexican restaurant.  These are homemade, pressed singly, and taste way better.  I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat at a Mexican restaurant ever again, because the Mexican food market figuratively blew my mind, and changed it.  I love authentic Mexican food!!!  Actually, while we were walking one night after the sun went down in the park, we were walking by a house that you could literally smell their homemade tortillas.  It smelled so good, I considered knocking on the door to ask for dinner.  LOL.  Just kidding.  I would never do that, but the next day, during our morning walk, the small Hispanic lady who lives there was smiling and very friendly, wishing us a good morning and asking us how we were doing.  We smiled back, and told her we were doing good, and joked with her that we almost stopped for dinner the night before.  She must have thought it was cute because she smiled even more with us.  Needless to say, I can’t wait to try out other authentic ethnic cuisines!

Yummy food but was only open the one day.

Visiting and staying in Fort Myers was an experience I would gladly do again.  The food was divine, the Christmas decorations were festive, and the locals were welcoming. 

Another place that was festive.
A few more Christmas lights.

Rain, Rain, Go Away!

Hey y’all!  I know, I said I wasn’t going to post again until St. Patrick’s Day, but I have to say, it’s been raining in my area for three days now.  The sad part about this three day rain I’m receiving, it’s been an on/off process for the better part of an entire month.  February.  Normally, I don’t have a problem with rain, but this past month has been much rainier than it needs to be.

We were in a drought through the entire summer last year, then winter came and with winter came the end of the year holidays.  No snow because I’m in Central Georgia.  Now, we’re finally getting back into the Spring season, and I swear, Mother Nature is trying to drown us.

No lie.  I stepped outside onto my porch this morning, between my first and second class.  The sun was not yet up or rising for the day, but it was clearly cloudy and raining.  No sooner did I step outside, turn around and shut my screen door, I saw an enormous flash of lightening, bright enough to light up the entire sky as if it’s the middle of the afternoon, and then it was like someone spilled a gigantic bucket of water, or something.  Had temperatures been about 30-40 degrees warmer, I could have had a shower.  Ironically enough, the rapid torrential downpour now taking place was coming down so hard, I didn’t think it could come down any harder, but it did.  In that moment, the rain coming down became so powerful, it was like standing beneath or beside a waterfall.

Since then, the sun has came up, but we can’t see it behind all the gray clouds, and yes, it is still raining, but the rain has let up to a misting drizzle.  My husband took out our garbage this morning, and as he was coming back around to our porch, he told me, each footstep is ‘squish, squish, squish’.  Like the last three days, it’s supposed to rain all day today, so the ground is going to be ‘squish, squish, squish’ for awhile.

Thank goodness I don’t have anywhere I have to be today, or my mood would be worse than what it currently is.  Right now, all I can do is sit around, think, and of course write.  Being stuck indoors is becoming very frustrating, I have to say.

Speaking of writing, my manuscript is steadily building, and very nicely.  I just recently finished and printed “Runaway”, a story about why I ran away after I turned eighteen, and “My All Time Low” which is a story about just that, my all-time low in life.  Dating a guy, moving in with him, and then learning that I should have followed my gut instinct.

While it might be raining outside, at least I have plenty of inside things to do.  Writing, washing laundry, writing, baking muffins, writing, and I have plenty to read.  Maybe I’ll get some sketching done.  I’m currently sketching a piece that’s symbolic of 9/11, and this reminds me of another story I’m rewriting, “Bleeding Patriotism”, about my very first time giving blood.  I was seventeen donating for the victims of 9/11.

Well, it was unexpected, but I’m sure you enjoyed the reading all the same.  Thank you for reading and I’ll post again on St. Patrick’s Day, or the day after because I have a really full schedule on St. Patrick’s Day.  I have three classes in the morning, my daughter has school until noon, I’m cleaning my parent’s house for them, and finally a doctor’s appointment.  See what I mean by a full schedule?

So, again, thanks y’all for reading!  Please, feel free to comment below!