Some of our good friends went to Orlando awhile ago and came back raving endlessly about the hotel. “Our room was as big as a house!” they exclaimed. I’ll admit I cocked my head to the side a bit and laughed. Of ALL the things to do in Orlando, it seemed strange that these guys were writing home about a resort. I love a good mattress and hot tub, sure, but can that really top thrill rides and fireworks?
So far we’ve talked about how to shell and what to do with kids in Fort Myers. I’ve gotten a few emails from parents asking where they should stay when they head to this Southwest Florida gateway. Don’t worry, we’ve got ya covered there too!
We have no shortage of options when it comes to theme parks here in Southern California (and I’m a big fan of ALL of them), but Knott’s Berry Farm holds a special place in my heart.
“You shouldn’t say that,” Nate admonishes me. “You didn’t fail at breastfeeding so much as you moved to a different feeding approach.”
In our family, summer is the season of rolling in the grass and plowing through the sand. Hence why we deal with a lot of summer stains.
Our cat Ulysses is going on 12 years old. He’s precisely as old as our relationship! He was an indoor cat, and then an indoor-outdoor … Read more
Friends and family often ask us how we can afford to travel so much. I usually give them the simple explanation that, in most regards, I’m cheap! I scrimp on many things in order to have money for adventures.
There’s more to it than that, though.
Now that I’ve shared the wonderful world of shelling with you all, I’m eager to dive into the vast list of other things that there are to do if you find yourself with a quick weekend to spend in Fort Myers, Florida.
Dive in. See what I did there?
Since we live in the boondocks (Nate hates it when I say that) and travel a bunch, readers often ask about our TV situation. Do we have cable? Subscriptions? How on earth do we keep up with shows? These are the important, nitty-gritty day-to-day details that everyone wants to know.
When I was a kid growing up along the coast of Washington, I’d walk down to the coastline to go shelling at the beach and repeat to myself over and over again, “She sells sea shells by the sea shore.” I learned this little diddy from my stepmom and I thought it was SO clever. Not even kidding, I had visions of myself collecting all the shells and opening up shop, making some sort of jewelry out of it all and eventually saving enough money to escape our tiny island.