Another beautiful getaway is simply being up for turning every minute of it into beautiful memory. It's always so sad to come home while my soul and mind are delayed somewhere in between. The moments of me staring out the window holding my iPhone in case I see something to capture while even the plane was just taking off, it all seems so far away now, a dream. I still feel the thrill of anticipation filling my veins as if it was a special rare fuel for a human’s body. As we rose above the early morning of San Francisco Bay, it was so beautifully foggy, I couldn’t help myself and fell into a deep sea of thoughts for a little while.
I was thinking about the airplane. Weird, right? It took centuries of progress to create the tools and the insight for us to move so fast from one place to another sitting comfortably enough in this large “flying machine”. But, at the same time, I was wondering how many generations spent their entire lives focusing on one little aspect (like, you know, survival) without ever looking up into the sky and getting their thoughts outside of their lives of strife? We discovered and invented so many wonders and secrets. What for? Is it just for our own security and creation of more comfortable life for ourselves and next generations?
I opened a book on the plane, I still prefer to hold and read real books. I was very excited to start reading Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury. The book started with the quote: "If they give you ruled paper, write the other way". Exactly the way I feel these days. I was so immediately grabbed by this book. Both flights, with a short stop in a Dallas airport just, well, flew by.
I didn't look out the window again until the flight attendant announced we would soon be landing at Ft. Myers Airport. It was my first time in Florida and I love watching new and undiscovered country from above. It always makes me feel so powerful. Florida looked very wet and full of water. It reminded me a huge swamp. And, indeed, Florida is a swamp because of its rainfalls, sea level location and very flat geography. It seemed like Florida was sinking. The weather was stormy, but I knew that August in Florida is famous for its T-storms and I was excited to see them. Well, my man was excited to see them even more. And it's so unbelievably hot there.
Two hours by the car and 20 minutes by a water taxi got us to our final destination, the little hidden paradise of Little Gasparilla Island. We arrived there at night so it was hard to see anything at all (thank God it didn't rain). It was so dark. No lights. Not even a moon in the sky. A soft breeze and natural sounds were painting in my imagination the most beautiful sceneries for this place. The ride by water taxi was so exciting, I couldn't even feel how mosquitoes were already eating me slowly as I was some sort of rare delicacy.
When I woke up the next morning I found myself on our new front porch and I could't believe my eyes. The island is gorgeous and beyond what I had hopefully imagined. I'll write more (with pics, naturally) about this genuinely unique find in my next post. I don't know how, but we did it again- we found another isolated heaven on Earth.