Please refrain from molesting the alligators (aka Florida pt. 1)
My father is evil.
I'm not sure if ya'll knew that or not, but I thought I should let you know. When he and his wife first mentioned coming down to Sarasota to visit them while they were on their Florida winter vacation, I was like... "... uhhh... I don't think I can do that... living on a student budget now and all." But from day they arrived he sent me text messages almost every day telling me how warm and sunny it was. "Beautiful day today. 26 and sunny". Meanwhile, I was trying to deal with my first full-time Canadian winter in three years. It was cold and snowy in Toronto and it didn't take too long before my fiscal responsibility protests melted away under the idea of a warm Florida sun. Of course, Kelly's offer of getting me to NYC for $5 was the first step that made my USA vacation possible.
And so, I found myself in Sarasota for 4 days. Here's a bit of what I saw:
A whole bunch of photos from Myakka River Sate Park:
We took the air boat tour of the river, which seemed like a great way to see some wildlife, but sadly high winds chased almost all the animals away. Well, except for this guy:
Sunset on the golf course near Dad & Rosemarie's condo: