Filed under: Florida | Tags: alligators, coconut monkeys, florida, micanopy, oranges, souvenirs
My mother wanted us to bring back seashells for her from Florida, but I didn’t have the heart to tell her we were over 100 miles from a beach. I’m not a beachy kind of girl anyhow – give me a stark, wintery New England beach in December any day over a place where I risk getting baked to a crisp.
Lucky for us, there are Orange Souvenir Centers everywhere in central Florida – even one shaped liked the giant fruit so representative of the Sunshine State. It’s this compulsion of mine when we’re on the road anywhere that we must take a break at a truck stop to watch all the strange people passing through; and I have to stop at kitschy souvenir shops to see if painted plates and snow globes are still hot business (they are).
We settled for the alligator head instead — it’s more our style.
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