Truly called sunshine state, Florida is a dream destination to have family vacation. The peninsula situated at the southern part of the United States is just 1,000 miles south of New York City. It has warm climate and the state is densely dotted with number of beaches and other tourist attractions.
Recently, along with my family, I have been there. Though I went to Orlando with my mother, my sister and my two daughters, I regretted that I couldn’t have gone with them when I was there. Going to such a beautiful place requires advance planning as there are a wide variety of issues to be dealt with.
My mother used to visit me in Orlando and so I used to visit her there too. However, there was an instance, where my mother asked me if I wanted to come with her. There was a long argument and at the end, I got tired of her and decided not to go with her. I was tired too. After an argument, she asked me if I wanted her to go with me. Again, I said no.
However, I did get a chance to see her at her Florida home, that I thought of bringing her to. jealous about my mother’s popularity, I used to follow her closely. However, now that she is getting old, some of that popularity has vanished.
She now enjoys her privacy and few people bother her. One of the few times I visit her, is at her kitchen table having coffee and cookies. There I can see that she is in her usual spot having fun with her regular kitchen tools. You can see that she is a very organized person and her tools work perfectly.
transplanted to Florida from the Rocky Mountain National Park, she has her own shed that she moves into whenever she goes to Florida. There are several other guest houses located in the shed, including the winter shed which she moves in when the temperature is too cold here.Her shed is an impressive facility. It is lit by candlelight, has a TV and vibration system. I was impressed with the fact that she has her own pool and kettle. I was also impressed by the fact that she has her own towels and other kitchen utensils.
This 8 bedroom Victorian shed was built by the most experienced craftsmen. Just from outside, you can see the fresh baked rolls at the snack stand. They also have an old fashioned tea pot situated at the entrance. I was told that the first property the Fairmont built in Florida was in fact, a plantation. As you know, a great deal of history comes with it.
Unbelievably, there is a ghost living in this house. While my mother and father didn’t believe me when I told them about the doll, they didn’t ask any questions that I could tell. I had to laugh out loud when I heard “There’s a ghost in the house”. From what I understand, there is a ghost that moves on top of the house. I see his reflection in the window and I hear him calling someone. Unlike real ghosts, he doesn’t exist!
However, there are other stories I heard about other people who claim to see ghosts. One of them is a very old lady who used to live across the street and was often called upon by the incarnation of the Virgin Mary. She used to be robed by the Bishop of the diocese and her cheeks were blanched by the Cupid who often urinated on her.
If you’re out on the road, and there’s a group of people you know present, don’t be afraid to invite them to your place. If you’re alone, call the police and have them come to the door. It’s better to be safe than sorry.
My parents used to own a bar in west of I-4 that was frequented mainly by Cubans, Europeans and Mexicans. When I was a young teen, I recall that the Twinosphere building was all one floor, and all the inhabitants were in the service elevator. I remember the buzz of the electric triggers and the doors swinging open and the glassnickers dancing on the bar tops.
Like many other places, it seemed as though everyone was theirOwn rather than sharing it with anyone else. Wed reach up the bar to unfurl the electric blanket and unclothe as much of the customers as possible. You could get used to the smell of spearmint and garlic, and buy a couple of dollars worth of mints.
I often had a beer and would take a seat on the steps outside the door. There was always a tourist perched behind me, presumably to sell tee shirts or sell ice cream. Up the steps, you could unfurl the electric blanket and unclothe your neighbor as much as possible. “Knead Yod”, was often heard.