For a state I still claim I don’t particularly like I seem to spend a hell of a lot of time in Florida. On the last trip I was here from July 31 until August 16. This time – except for a short jaunt back east – I was here from March 3 until tomorrow. That’s a pretty long time for a place you don’t like.
I was headed west from Tallahassee, in the general direction of New Orleans, when I decided that since it was Friday and I was compelled by the Pope to eat fish why not stop in Fort Walton Beach for the night and sup at the Old Bay Steamer? Fine idea. Worked out well. Except for the 45 minute one-way drive to my hotel on account of extremely high spring-break prices at the beach. I think I prefer August’s prices.
I was thinking of stopping in Mobile tomorrow as a possible place to live but decided A) there aren’t any good transit links, jobs or neighborhoods and B) how could I miss another chance at a Saturday night on Bourbon St?
Right! Off to NOLA it is!