In a previous post, I described the horrors of our AirTran journey to Florida. Upon arrival, things improved drastically. To start with, we got to sleep in beds.
Even better, we went to what might be my favorite place in Florida (admittedly, my explorations have been limited): the Wakodahatchee Wetlands. You’re driving along the highway, past all the gated communities and drought-stricken yards of the non-gated communities, and all the sudden you pull into this paradise. It is chock full of the cuddly, the elegant, and the dangerous: alligators, ibises, a gazillion kinds of birds I don’t know the names for, turtles, iguanas, fish, marsh rabbits, you name it. Even the plant life is fascinating. Even the breezes feel like they should be on display somewhere for their sheer perfection.
Next, because we had a lot to squeeze into the one day that AirTran had left us, we swung by “The Girls”, a store/market/pick-your-own-strawberries/pick-your-own-other-kinds-of-berries/produce-stand/petting-zoo/playground. It was amazing. While my sister, grandmother and I were relaxing on a swinging bench and watching adorable bilingual five-year-olds piping “es una tortuga!” (petting zoo, remember), I decided I should have children and move to Florida so I could spend as much time as possible in places like this.
My grandmother did not seem to fully approve of this decision, and politely requested that I get married first.
Then we went to relax by the pool, where I acquired vertical sunstripes to complement my horizontal ones from the last time I exposed my pale flesh to sunlight (I’m aiming for a fashionable checkered look).
A good time was had by all.
