I get asked a lot, “Why Florida?” Why do I go back year after year when I could be exploring somewhere new for my summer vaycay. And I guess the answer is; I don’t want to go anywhere else – not for my relaxing summer holiday anyway. Southwest Florida is home – in a way.
I’m no sports nut. I mean, rugby is totally the exception and you’ll catch me cheering the boys on come 6 Nations time just like any other Welsh gal. But everything else? Ugh. And don’t feed me that, “Oh, but it’s so much better watching it live and in person than on the TV” line. […]
By day Key West is a quaint island town full of clapboard houses with shady porches, lazy bars, bakeries and stray chickens… but by night? As soon as that sun sets over Mallory Square, ANYTHING goes…
There’s something really weird about visiting a tropical climate around this time of year when everyone’s shivering and slugging around in the drizzle back home. I mean, I just couldn’t get on board with the Christmas Trees that sprung up between the palm trees on November the 1st, but Halloween was a totally different story. Floridian Halloweens are weird in the best kind of way.