Our First Glimpse

Everyone remembers their first.  The first car I owned was a 1946 Ford, 2-door sedan, a restoration project that went painfully south.  Sorry dad.  My first love was a vivacious little 2nd grader named Kelly.  And our first home was a small one bedroom bungalow, located two blocks from the historic Harry S. Truman home.

But most noteworthy of all was my first “island” experience.  My initial steps off the mainland and onto paradise were on the sands of Captiva Island, just off the west coast of Fort Myers, Florida.  (In this telling I’m discounting a short skirting around Alcatraz in 1969.)  We’d set off on a driving tour bisecting Florida, and eventually, following the salt-scented air, we discovered this quiet little space that time had passed by.

The Beach at Tween Waters Inn, Captiva Island

The year was 1994 and the visions still ring as fresh in my mind as if it were yesterday.  What soon followed was a passion for the island lifestyle that has led us to travels throughout the Caribbean and Europe, and with a Bucket List ranging far beyond.  I don’t remember much about Kelly, and that old Ford has long since passed, but our enjoyment of beautiful islands and soft sand beaches remains as strong as that first day.  In the words of Kenny Chesney “Now he’s an island boy.  Livin his life where stress is the enemy…”

Live the Life,

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