Naples, Florida 12/19/15 – 1/1/16

From Alan –

Naples, Florida: Population = 22,390 (metro area = 322,000), latitude 26º 8’ N, Longitude 81º 47’ W, elevation 14 feet, average January low temperature = 54.1, Average July high temperature = 91, average sunny days = 264, annual snowfall = 0, annual rainfall = 53.9”

According to Wikipedia, southern Florida has a tropical savanna climate.  This gives rise to many beautiful and exotic plants and animals.  In Naples, it is a manicured jungle of many varieties of palm, short and tall, as well as other strange and exotic plants and flowers of all descriptions.  Butterflies flutter around on their butterfly business, basking in the perpetual summer that is Florida.  Little lizards scurry quickly across the walls.  Strange, colorful birds from land and sea cruise the treetops.  The occasional alligator contemplates golfers passing by their water hazard.  We hear reports of bear sightings in communities next to wilderness areas.

A little visitor.
Spanish moss hanging from the pines.

Our “home” for these two weeks is in Falling Waters, a gated community situated in a long row of gated communities.  Ours features a huge swimming pool, tennis courts, and, my favorite feature, two screened-in, ceiling fanned, tabletop flat bocce ball courts.  SO much better than our old lumpy back yard.  They also have a nice clubhouse and a full list of events and get-togethers for the residents.  Some of the residents actually live here all year.

The Falling Waters swimming pool.

There is no golf course here, but our good friends, Fred and Shari Bean, live in another gated community just across the street that does have one.  The golf course concierge bounced me twice when I first attempted to play there; once for cargo shorts, and again for blue jeans.  Apparently golf is a much more formal pursuit here than it is elsewhere.  Classy guy that I am, I found a Salvation Army the next day and invested in two pairs of non-jean shorts with just the required number of pockets.  Now I may join the gentility for a lovely game of golf, as long as I follow the other rules and tip the staff.

Countryside Golf Course, somewhere on the front 9.

On a Tuesday night we joined the Beans for dinner downtown.  After Asheville’s narrow little roads and lack of parking, I marvel at the wide expanses of roadways here: curb, gutter, bike lane, shoulders, sidewalks, multiple turn lanes, reflectors outlining lanes, helpful signage!  There are a few confusing, multiple lane splits in the road into downtown, but the locals have no trouble zooming around the yokels with South Dakota plates.  In fact, for the little sports cars, it appears to be a game they play.

A well-appointed street in Naples.

Downtown is heavily draped in decorative lighting.  The tall palm trees are wrapped; the storefronts outlined.  We deposit Gypsy in a huge parking lot, not too close to the Maseratis and Bentleys and Ferraris that lurk there, glaring at lesser vehicles with utter contempt, much like their owners.  Naples is one of the richest cities in the USA and downtown we see lots of money on the hoof, shopping the galleries and jewelry stores and dining at the latest trendy upscale eatery.  When one has multiple houses, one simply must have one in Naples for the winter.

My NEXT car.

On New years Eve, the residents of Naples have a fun tradition.  Everyone gathers their “crew” and heads to the beach.  They form circles of beach chairs and have potluck dinner and drinks.  Just after sunset, hundreds of people fire up Chinese sky lanterns and fill the sky with little bits of fire, rising into the air.  OK, so they are a fire hazard and technically illegal on the beach, but they are still beautiful to watch.  About 7:30 the barge offshore lights up the mortars and the fireworks begin.

New Year’s Eve on the beach
Launching Chinese sky lanterns

Naples is a beautiful city, but not one I could ever settle in.  The summer weather is too just intolerable.  At a house party on Christmas day, I heard the same old justification for Florida. ”In the summer you jump from air conditioned home to car to shop, avoiding the heat.  In Minnesota you jump from heated home to car to shop, avoiding the cold.”  My response was that, when it’s cold, you can put on a jacket and you are fine.  When it’s hot, you can take off everything and you are still hot.  And you know what they say about humidity.  Florida has that by the buckets.

Next up: more Florida


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We are two recent retirees who decided to sell the house, pull up stakes, and explore North America. We are both being tourists and looking for the right blend of people, place, and geography that makes for the perfect place to retire.

4 thoughts on “Naples, Florida 12/19/15 – 1/1/16”

  1. You must have thought you were in a foreign country–all “those new rules” on the golf course. You make your travels seem flawless in your writing. But, it seems to be an excellent way to sort out where you might settle down permanently without any long-term commitments. Plus, the advantage of variety, adventure, and no boredom. (Note, Minnesota heads into the deep freeze the week of Jan. 11th.)


  2. I never understood how my Minnesotan parents adjusted so quickly to life in Florida and were seemingly uncomfortable when it got below 80.

    Love the little anole! I used to have an aquarium full of those as a teenager and my dad brought me back a dozen from a trip they made to Florida. They were more aggressive and killed off or starved out the store bought ones–LOL!


    1. So that is what they are! I tried looking them up, but it is hard to find something without a name.
      It doesn’t take people long to convert to warm weather residents. There are two kinds though; dry or humid. Desert people can’t stand Florida. Jungle people can’t stand Arizona.


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