Headed For Home In South Florida, My Tiny Spot Of Heaven

| Friday, September 16, 2011
By Eric Mitchell


Stepping off the aeroplane, I realize I'm finally home once more. South Florida is nirvana to many visitors though out the year, but I live here year round. I could take a taxi from the airport, but why? It is just about the very same price to have a Ft Myers limo service pick me up and take me home. Palm trees, sand, everything is green, and the air is so clean. This is my home, this is my life.

Welcome to the beach life, where everything is revealed by normal Key West themed colours, and where 'No shirt, No shoes, No problem, ' commands absolutely. Everybody living on Fort Myers Beach is extraordinarily friendly and so the town spirit will never fail. Even in hard economic times, there's one person you can never slap down, the legendary beach bum.

From top to bottom, beautiful beaches entice everybody to come and relax with their toes in the sand. Have a lager or 2 and just pretend this is your home too. Fine dining can be found among nice hotels, as well as cheap cocktails hour in some delightful eateries. Beach volleyball and games of tag football are held in unending competitions by holiday makers and locals alike. Kenny Chesney or the Beach Boys can be heard from the outside speakers all along the pretty painted sidewalks. With your dignity intact, take note of the wonderful blue skies. A day in the life of a beach bum can't ever be any better.

Having lived that life for a little while, oh how I miss it. When congestion isn't created by rush hour autos, but instead by happily walking beach goers, the life appeared fresher. I guarantee the air quality is much better than the city's too. Traveling down the sugar sand, Bonita Beach and Sanibel Harbor are visible through clear skies. Even if the weather turns nasty I look up at the Heavens and laugh. Once I viewed an amazing waterspout off the point of the beach. This is nature in its purest form. Even after the hurricane, nature's beaches were lovely even when man had to clean up and reconstruct manmade structures.

Where else can you walk easily down the street with very little clothing covering your body? Try that in the city and see how far you actually get. I'm not saying that the people don't care; it's simply that they do not mind. Everyone at the beach, young or old, rich or poor, is here for the same reason. The strategy for living for a beach bum boils out the negativity and remains simple. Where food stores are a walk down the road, and the trolley driver knows you by first name.

The tiny joys of life are commonly overlooked. Attempting to stay calm appears like a burden that can't be shouldered. I won't say for certain that light crashing waves and unique seashells will cure the summer blues, but it sure does help. Personally, I yearn for the day that I become a beach bum again. To feel the sun's spellbinding rays warm up my skin, to look at the tranquil sunset day in and day out. A good dose of the beach life will be my antidote for what ails me.




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