My sister Annie and I relax on the beach in Naples one evening. Annie and Tom found us a wonderful hotel with two bedrooms and a kitchen. That night, we kept waiting for a group of young men to get through drinking their beer and loudly socializing in the hot tub. After six hours, we decided to take the matter into our own hands. We decided to bring up all sorts of unseemly and ficticious ailments that one would not want to share a hot tub with - hemmeroids, boils, shingles, toe fungus and the like and hope they took the hint. They didn't. They moved to another corner of the small tub, never heard a word about our "ailments" and ignored us, except for one guy who eventually asked us about ourselves. Turns out they were from Minnesota and on a business trip while their wives and families were burried in snow back home. And turns out that at 6:30 the next morning, one of them was dressed in a suit and with briefcase in hand, was frantically looking all around the hottub for something - we surmise it may have been his wedding ring since there had been a group of young women in there with them initially.
Franklin, Annie & Tom wave hello on the boardwalk. On Sunday morning, just before we were about to head back to NC, they took us to a favorite boardwalk along the ocean. A wide, paved path, there is plenty of room for walkers, runners, bicycles, roller bladers, to view the ocean on one side and a myriad of little shops and resturaunts on the other. Breakfast is abundant, inexpensive and good and we even found a beautiful organic produce market.
Franklin & Tom at the Naples beach. The next day we went on the public peer. It was awesome but cold and windy. The water was crystal clear and no one was swimming.
My oldest son, Erik, shows Franklin and I around Coral Gables where he lives. Here we feast on a monster burrito at a little Mexican place he likes.
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