have returned from the beach. We had wonderful weather, great sand castle architecture, dolphin sightings, lizard catching and no
access, which might have been a blessing. We have been going to
, Florida for the past eleven years, save the ones when we had newborns 2 and 3. It's a lovely spot on
Island. Not too crowded, just enough to do, and a few good friends from home.
A lot of information that you will find on Boca Grande
declares that is has maintained the feeling of "old Florida." I don't claim to be an expert on the subject, but the town is charming. Not fancy. No designer nonsense. Boca Grande
owes its development to the discovery of phosphate and the subsequent mining there of, at the turn of the (last) century.
Rail transportation soon followed, as did wealthy Northerners looking to escape their wintery
homes. The Gasparilla Inn
was built to accommodate
these visitors and stands today.
This is not where the Blandings
stay on their visits, but I love to haunt the shops and the lobby.
The island is also home to one of the du Pont
estates. Henry du Pont
vacationed there, and it is my understanding that the home is still in the family.
I tried to convince one of my friends to wander in (it is a thing of wonder from the street with gazebos and painted grottos
and palm trees) and profess dismay that it is not "open" as Winterthur
is. She demurred
We could have easily stayed another week, except my heart was aching for Rosie. She didn't even do me the courtesy of being aloof to the house sitter
when we returned. Mr. Blandings
and I spend a good little bit of our time on the beach designing the dream beach house. Maybe by the time we get the boys through school, the du Pont
family will want to shed one of the gazebos.
All photos Gasparilla Inn.