Surreal Estate

We had to say goodbye to Orlando.  It is not that Orlando is such a wonderful city because it is unremarkable unless you are a Disney addict.  However, our friends were so warm and welcoming that we found it difficult to leave.  

So, we left in style.

We all headed for St. Petersburg on the Gulf coast of Florida.  St. Petersburg is on a peninsula just south of Tampa and boasts wonderful white sand beaches that border the Gulf of Mexico. That’s right- beach time AGAIN.  The difference between the beaches here and the beaches back in Canada is that the water does not freeze solid for half the year.  So, it is warmer. Considerably warmer.

Hanging out with the Papp family on the beach on the first day of autumn

In order to save money we rented a room that could hold all 7 of us.  Five adults and two children.  This presented a challenge for the 3 males in the group (Roy, his 7 year old son Talon and myself) who traditionally don’t wear PJ’s.  There was considerable consternation amongst the women when they found this out and an expedition was mounted to the pharmacy to stock up on Gravol (which they call Dramamine here) and sleep masks.  In the meantime the males headed to Target to acquire some kind of sleep wear.  The theme, at Talon’s insistence, was agreed to be Angry Birds.  It is hard to know what caused the most reaction amongst the ladies; the thought of the three of us naked or the sight of us in our Angry Birds boxers and t-shirts. Either way there was a lot of giggling, shrieking, and pounding of backs, which got considerably worse when the three of us danced the Haka (traditional Maori war dance) to prop up our diminishing masculinity.  See what I mean:  STYLE!

Angry Birds reeking of masculinity

 On our way to St. Petersburg we stopped at a restaurant that served gator ribs.  Unlike Buffalo wings gator ribs actually come from an alligator.  We felt that the best way to overcome our fear of alligators was to eat one.  So we ate the gator ribs laughing like arch-villains with the barbeque sauce running down our chins.  Bring it on, gators!

Tampa has a gallery dedicated to the works of Salvador Dali.   So we stopped there for a few hours and wandered through looking at the dream-like and slightly disturbing paintings and illustrations.  I was quite fascinated with some his works and quite puzzled by others.  I left there with my brain in a fog and my eyes smarting.  Eating alligator then going to the Dali museum…the day was getting very surreal.  Later that day I noticed that my watch had melted.

Telen and some "Persistence of Memory"

We walked down the beach at St. Petersburg to the Don Cesar hotel.  Apparently the “Don” has a history with a great many celebrities including some who were on the wrong side of the law.  Which is strange when you consider it looked like a pink cream-puff castle.  I am having a hard time imagining Al Capone sitting with his henchmen and having a drink in a pink puffy fantasy palace.  However we had some wonderful French-press coffee and desert there until a couple of Italian men in Fedoras suggested in raspy voices that the “Don” felt we should “uh, return to where we come from, ya know wut I mean?”.

The "Don" aka the" Pink Palace"

Arya is truly a Florida girl.  She had her first swim before her first bath.  Kim took her into the ocean for her first swim.  Well, actually her first splash.  Her feet touched the water and immediately retracted accompanied by loud sounds of protest.  So, maybe it wasn’t a swim or even a splash but she has contacted the environment unshielded.  It’s a start.

Our friends returned to Orlando and we carried on with our journey.  It was hard to say good-bye.  Or, it was for us.  I think I saw them dancing and singing in their car as they drove away.

We drove to Tallahassee , then Mobile, Alabama. We are now ensconced in New Orleans just outside of the French Quarter.  I have to admit that I really like the appearance of the old part of New Orleans.  Up to now all the American cities have been interchangeable but New Orleans is refreshingly different.  We have already been to the French Market, walked on Bourbon Street, and eaten Cajun cooking.  Tonight we went out for soul food – Telen had fried chicken and mustard greens and I had catfish with cabbage.  We topped it off with sweet potato pie.  Certainly better than the traditional American food that has permeated the American chapter of our trip – burgers and fries or for fancy meals: hotdogs and fries!

Telen writes:

Staying with our friends for a week in Florida has given me a glimpse into daily living in the U S.  The American presidential election is coming up in November.  The TV and newspaper are full of mud slinging rhetoric between the Republicans and the Democrats.  There are many TV channels but none really is worth watching except the Food channel  (Ah, just like at home!).  The news reports here are mainly on the military actions in the Middle East and the presidential election.  There is zero news about Canada.  Apparently a recent UN report on happiness scores across nations ranked Canada in 4^th place with Denmark at the top.  USA is ranked in 8^th or 9^th place.  Over 90% of Canadians feel happy living in Canada.  I share this sentiment now as we travel through the States and sharing with our Florida friends about our respective lives.

The weather in Florida certainly makes me feel like I am really on vacation, i.e. sunny and warm, reminiscent of tropical vacations.  There are countless temptations everywhere you go: outlet malls, eat all you want buffets.  People generally are friendly. 

We have now driven through several southern states i.e. Alabama, Mississippi and now in Louisiana.  The southern accents become stronger as we travel west.  The street scenes also show less economic wealth here than Florida.  For example, yesterday we stayed overnight in Mobile, Alabama.  When we walked into the front entrance of a grocery store near our hotel, we were greeted by an armed security guard who calmly, but firmly asked us to leave our day bag at the customer service desk until we finish our shopping.  I noticed that the people in this neighborhood seem to be a bit impoverished. 

I like all the local foods that we have tried so far except the alligator ribs.  The meat tastes a little fishy yet the texture resembles pork.  I sure like the southern fried chicken and the collard greens!