One of my first reactions when we arrived in Tampa on the twenty-fifth of December was that it felt really, really weird to be wearing shorts on Christmas.
We flew to Tampa and stayed in Fort Myers for a total of eight days (that is, if you count waking up at five a.m. on New Year’s and driving to the airport as a day) this winter break, which consisted of deep sea fishing, boating (which seems like a word), shelling, fishing, more shelling, kayaking, more boating and fishing, even more shelling, museums, paddle boarding, parasailing, and McDonald’s free Wi-Fi.
The first day of true vacationing was the twenty-sixth, where we went deep-sea fishing bright and early in the morning. Note that while Florida is dubbed “The Sunshine State,” the sun rises at 7 am. We woke up around 5: it was pitch black outside. That day (for me at least) was not extremely exciting. We spent around 8 hours on the boat: for 2 hours, I took pictures and asked when we were going to start fishing. When we did start fishing on a stopped boat in open sea, I spent the next 6 hours “sleeping” because I was too seasick to stand up. We made three stops: the first two were uneventful: only a few fish were caught, so the captain resorted to a third spot he likely knew of beforehand that had tons of small fish. The seven of us- in reality, five, because one was a six year old and the other barely moved (me!)- caught a total of thirty-seven fish. That night, we stopped by a Cantonese restaurant for dinner; you could bring in freshly caught fish and they’d clean and cook it for you.
(Before I do continue, I’d like to make a character introduction. There are seven (main) characters: a family of three and a family of four. There are two parents in each family, a mom and a dad, which leaves three kids: me, Jacquelyne, and her brother Lucas.)
On the second day of vacation, we went on Sanibel Island for the first time. It’s, as the name reveals, an island, connected by a bridge to Fort Myers. It’s also world-renowned for shelling. We were lucky enough that a few days before we arrived, shell piles appeared (and stayed) on Bowman’s Beach in time for Christmas, where we visited a day or two later. The early morning weather was surprisingly chilly (for Florida) at Gulfside City Park, our first stop, but it warmed up quickly. By the time we reached our next stop, Turner’s Beach, the temperature was in the low 80’s. After an hour there, we returned to our rented condo for lunch. My dad and I fished in the afternoon in the backyard for a couple of hours (note: I am not the kind of person who fishes: I put the fishing rod next to me and surf the web and wait for something to happen). We had one “catch”: a white bass, over a foot long, only the hook we used was too small so it escaped. For dinner, we had fried fish (caught the day before), tomato soup, and more.
We went shelling again the morning of the twenty-eighth, but this time at Bowman’s Beach. The first half an hour or so, we walked along close to the ocean, not very impressed by the thin shell line compared to what we’d seen the day before. A group of people had gathered at the right end of the beach, so my dad suggested that we walk over there to see what was going on. Lo and behold, there were the shell piles (literally- piles of shells). What we actually did in order to find shells was sit down and dig a “hole” in the pile in front of us, because there were layers upon layers of shells underneath each other, and surprisingly enough, many of them hadn’t shattered under the weight. A nice lady sitting next to me explained that the shell piles were made by high winds- and that they could be gone the very next day. She also gave me many of her shells, including a bright orange horse conch (the only one I have, might I add). My most exciting find? The banded tulip I’d been searching for forever. It’s the yellowish white shell in the picture, and I’d obsess over it the whole day. That afternoon, we went kayaking. The problem with kayaking was that, according to my parents, I was a kid so I had to share the boat with someone (the kayaks were either for one person or two people, so my mom went alone). The bigger problem was that my kayaking and my dad’s kayaking didn’t go very well together, so my dad ended up cracking the right side of my paddle with his own.
I was nervous for the next day, because we’d be on a boat (pontoon, specifically), and the last time I’d been on a boat that size, I sea-sickly “slept” for three fourths of the time.
Luckily, that wasn’t the case. Most of us had a chance to drive the pontoon (including me, and we did not crash). The boat even had couches. In the morning, we stopped near Lover’s Key, a white sand beach, and had lunch there as well. In the afternoon, we fished (no catches this time). The problem was, the water was 3 feet deep and it took us 30 minutes to correctly anchor the boat in order for it to stop drifting towards nearby land. When we did take out the anchor, it was covered in dirt and mud and grime.
(Before I do continue, I’d like to make a sidenote. In many articles, it’d look like a * or DISCLAIMER: …our condo doesn’t have Wi-Fi.)
For the previous days, I’d been living off my mom’s cell phone’s data, but my family decided to go to McDonald’s. We ordered a lemonade and strawberry pie. My mom caught up on her work stuff, my dad caught up on his work stuff, and I caught up on my social stuff. It was a pretty relaxing night.
On the thirtieth, we made another trip to Sanibel Island. The morning was full of shelling, and we decided to go to Bowman’s Beach again. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Some of the shell piles we’d seen days before had disappeared, but there was this other spread-out group of shells that went ignored by most. I’m guessing the reason for that was that most of the shells, though big, appeared broken- except I found most of the conchs shown below there and pretty much all of them were still completely intact. We had a picnic lunch, and visited the Bailey-Matthews National Shell Museum and Lighthouse Beach later. The museum was extremely interesting, the most memorable display being the flowers. The thing was that the flowers weren’t actually flowers, but flowers made out of shells (see pic above). Compared to Bowman’s Beach, Lighthouse Beach was relatively uneventful, though the reason for that might’ve been that we either didn’t look in the right places, or just didn’t stay for a long enough time.
New Year’s Eve was the last full day of our 2015 winter break vacation. It was also probably the most relaxing day, too. We woke up around 8, and my parents went paddle boarding. They did this twice: once before my dad and I went parasailing, and once after.
Parasailing is when you are tied to a parachute which is tied to a boat; the boat speeds up, and thus you are lifted up into the air until the boat becomes a tiny dot and its wake, a set of small, white, foamy lines. There is most definitely a more in depth description of what parasailing is online, if you are interested. I’m guessing a common misconception about parasailing is that it’s scary. The truth is, parasailing is actually very calm and serene (this is coming from a person who was reading about recent parasailing accidents right before she went on the boat; however, if you’re afraid of heights, please don’t just take my word for this). Fort Myers and Sanibel Island became thin tan strips of land, and to us, the buildings were less than an inch tall. I’ll admit that the first few seconds in the air were a bit frightening, but in the end the boat ride was actually more so than parasailing.
In the later afternoon, my parents and I went home to pack, but first stopped for some ice cream at Love Boat Homemade Ice Cream (it was very good). We had Thai for dinner.
At five in the morning on New Year’s Day, we left for Tampa’s airport, said goodbye to the condo, Fort Myers, then Florida, and returned home at three in the afternoon.
P.S. It might be a little late, but hope you all have a happy new year!