I’ve always had a love hate relationship with South Florida (see “Florida – A Love Hate Story“). I love the warm tropical waters and the fun in the sun. Yet the generally vacuous, vain and materialistic mind set of South Florida made living there feel like having sex with a seductive whore – satisfying at first but ultimately empty.
The overall “climate” of a place depends on much more than just the weather. It’s the people and the “vibe” that matter most. After road tripping North American for almost two years, I’ve decided that Northern California, just north of the Golden Gate Bridge is the right climate for me (see “Paradise Found”).
But now that I’ve packed my car for the road trip to California, I feel what I will be leaving behind:
- Rollerblading through the tree and along the water at Hugh Taylor Birch Park.
- Grilling at the park and watching the sunset over the intercostal waterway.
- Seeing the beautiful boats floating by.
- The friends I’ve grown to love.
- Kayaking in the waterways of Fort Lauderdale and seeing the occasional manatee.
- Seeing the many beautiful women from South America, Europe and the USA.
- Swimming in the ocean and diving into the warm waves.
- Warm soft Caribbean breezes in January . . .
The list of what I’m leaving behind is a long one. But travel has taught me how to let go and move on – to trade one beautiful place for another.
Florida, thanks for all the wonderful moments and crazy good times that are now part of my life.
Next Stop – Glamorous South Beach and the Keys