This sounds much better than I saw. But still... basic aversion to massive super-cities + bad lungs + impatience at the tourist crap = I'm probably never going to go there without a damn good reason. Maybe I'll visit you one day, and you can show me all the good things.
I think there's probably magic everywhere, but it's the finding it part that sucks. Here, we've got a double decker bus outside an authentic English pub miles from anywhere, beaches that glow blue and green and squeak like Styrofoam when you scuff your feet through them, flowers everywhere in the spring, the Fountain of Youth (which is not nearly as touristy as it thinks it is), pancakes in an old mill out at the springs, a local winery that gives free tours, a Cuban place that tastes just like the food my gramma used to cook before she got diabetic, a miniature park with a full-size statue of St Francis that's always covered in birdseed and therefore birds, weird little antique shops all over, a waffle place run by a Polish guy who barely speaks English, nature trails through the prehistoric dunes half a mile from the beach...
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Date: 2009-03-31 10:42 pm (UTC)I think there's probably magic everywhere, but it's the finding it part that sucks. Here, we've got a double decker bus outside an authentic English pub miles from anywhere, beaches that glow blue and green and squeak like Styrofoam when you scuff your feet through them, flowers everywhere in the spring, the Fountain of Youth (which is not nearly as touristy as it thinks it is), pancakes in an old mill out at the springs, a local winery that gives free tours, a Cuban place that tastes just like the food my gramma used to cook before she got diabetic, a miniature park with a full-size statue of St Francis that's always covered in birdseed and therefore birds, weird little antique shops all over, a waffle place run by a Polish guy who barely speaks English, nature trails through the prehistoric dunes half a mile from the beach...
But I still want to live somewhere else.
~;)