Showing posts with label Matlacha. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Matlacha. Show all posts

02 October 2022

Thinking About Matlacha

Matlacha, that lovely little strip of a town where I stayed for two weeks in August, has been hit hard by Hurricane Ian. I cannot stop thinking about the people and business owners I met over my short stay on their magical island.

After flying all night from California to Florida, with no sleep, and nothing more than a protein bar and a cup of yogurt, I needed nourishment. Where to go in Matlacha? I decided to simply walk up a block or two from Matlacha Ave, turn right on Pine Island Drive and hope some sort of food venue would be close by.

The first place I spotted was the The Blue Dog Bar & Grill. I approached a group of people just leaving and asked about the food. “The best food in Matlacha,” came the answer.

As we continued to talk about Matlacha, the woman told me she lived on Pine Island but was originally from California. And then it turned out we’d grown up a few miles apart and we briefly reminisced about the good-old-crazy-old days.

I walked into the cool air of the Blue Dog and was seated in a cozy booth. Being off-season, only a few people were inside. I took in the fun décor and cool vibe of the place. Definitely a joint I would have worked in in my younger years.

The staff were all top-notch. My server, Chip, filled me in on various menu items. At that point, I needed red meat and an energy kick, so got a burger. Delicious. And of course, I needed a to-go order of Key Lime pie. I left not only sated, but happy. What a first day of vacation experience!

A few days later I realized I had neglected to get a few items at the Cape Coral Publix. (And Publix is the absolute best grocery chain in the known world.) I knew Matlacha was only a bitty stretch of land, but certainly there had to be a mini mart on the island. I set out to explore.

Many places were still closed for the summer. But as I walked by the Olde Fish House I thought I heard voices. I walked around the back and found a couple seated outside on the covered deck. The gentleman was busy painting a blue door that led inside. After I asked about if there were any markets in town, I stayed a while and chatted.

His daughter owned the place, but I got the impression that he had either once owned it or worked there. The couple had definitely both been in the restaurant business. They filled me in on a bit of history of the surrounding area. They then suggested I head down the road and over the bridge to another place that might have supplies. (I did manage to get back and had my final Matlacha meal sitting out on that beautiful deck, overlooking the water.)

I am all for walking wherever I go, but it really was hot and humid, and I’d left that walking stick in California. However, I figured my bum knee could manage a short-ish stroll unaided.

Once over the bridge, I ran into a man leaf-blowing the area in front of the The Bridgewater Inn. We got to talking and he told me how he and his wife ran the Inn, about all the work they had put into it, and their plans for the future. He explained that the guests could fish right off of their balconies and clean the fish and cook them without leaving the inn. What a place!

I also met lots of neighbors during my stay. One woman joined me on my evening walk and pointed out other places to walk. I met the neighbor who, like me, did not like air conditioning inside the house. He had all his windows open and fans going. I believe I only saw one other house with windows open.

There were other people in my little Airbnb that I hung out with on the patio overlooking the canal on Second Street. One couple from Cape Coral had driven their little boat over and spent the days exploring the mangroves. Another couple drove down for the weekend. One woman was there with her mother who lived in Cape Coral. I honestly can’t remember a time when I’ve met such fun, interesting folks.

Another day I ran into a woman who was readying a house to rent out. As with most everyone else I met, I asked about where might be a good place to settle down in the area. She suggested St James City and recommended I take a hop down to the the Ragged Ass Saloon. It was Sunday and they had live music.

It was a bit of an Uber ride, but the Ragged Ass was fun. My server there was a lovely young lady who had grown up in St James City. She loved living there and encouraged me to look around. When I said I didn’t have a car, she offered to lend me hers. I didn’t take her up on her offer but was quite touched.

I spent a bit of cash in Frills Galleria Clothing store. I probably could have bought a whole lot more except that I knew once I got back to the cold, grey, San Fransico Bay Area, the items would sit in my closet along with all my other tropical dresses.

Being a bit of a sugar addict, I of course stopped by CW Fudge Factory a few times. I chatted with the owner and heard all about the history of his shop.

I enjoyed the wonderful art and gardens at both Leoma Lovegrove's and the The Gallery of Matlacha.  I loved the contents of Island Visions Gallery. The owners and staff of each shop were charming and helpful.

Although I did not stay at Angler's Inn Motel, (I’m not an angler), I did pass it every day on my way out. From what I hear, people love the place.

And now many of the establishments I visited have either been completely swept away by the hurricane, or severely damaged. Many of those people I talked to just a few short weeks ago have lost so much, if not everything.

What I can offer is free eBooks. Maybe a bit of escapism can help. My stories are light and fun. I even have two in my Tropical Seaside Villages series that remind me of Matlacha. They are also quite uplifting.

Should anyone in Matlacha, Pine Island, or actually anywhere, need a book or two, please use the contact box on this page. Simply let me know what book or books you would like, and I’ll get them off to you. (If you want all 8, I’m happy to do that.)

My thoughts are with all of you in that part of Florida where I hope to live someday soon.



 

20 August 2022

Re-thinking Florida.... Maybe


Florida was a whole lot of what I love, and a bit too much of what I hate. Now that I’m back to Crazy Town, CA, I find I need a new strategy. Do I really move to Florida, and if so, where?

The weather, as expected, was heavenly. Even in August, I love it. Nights and mornings had perfect temps, thunderstorms arrived every afternoon and also a few mornings – what could be better?

Regrettably, a lot. But that had to do with the Airbnb I’d booked. I had discovered it months ago while trying to find a funky adobe on a bit of water. Situated in Matlacha, it looked perfect. A four-plex, built in the early 1950’s, and originally a small fisherman’s cottage. Most likely, only the front two units are original, with the others added a few decades ago.

The unit I had booked sat closest to the canal. Widows on three sides and, with the front door open, air circulation from every direction. I walked in and felt I was in heaven. As soon as I dumped my bags at the door, I went around to open every single window in the place so as to be enveloped with tropical breezes.

Sealed Jalousie Windows


The entire cottage had louvered/jalousie windows. (Jalousie was a new word for me.) These are the ones with windowpanes that are cranked open. They are perfect for air flow in hot climates. I approached the first, raised the blind to find the crank handle, and was dismayed to see there wasn’t one.

I checked all the other windows and although the crank mechanism stood intact, no handle could be found. Maybe I could simply push them open. (I had done that in the past at other houses.) When that didn’t work, I took a walk around the outside.

Oh no! Every single window had been painted shut, and screws had been inserted to prevent one from trying to open them.

Quickly, I went back in a sent a message to the owner asking how to open the windows. Her reply, “They cannot be opened due to architectural reasons that cannot be changed by us.” 

Huh? What did that mean? Later I heard that there were historic preservation codes for the older homes in Matlacha which, to me, would mean that the owner would not be allowed to nail the jalousie windows shut.

I began to freak out. It was deathly hot and stuffy indoors. There were two junky, old, noisy wall air-condition units, but I hate AC. I had come to Florida to bathe my senses in tropical bliss.

Main Drag Matlacha

Since the owners are European and do not reside in Florida, I was not sure what else I could do. But then the manager showed up. I explained that I needed to open the windows.

Her answer was along the lines of “You can’t possibly survive in Florida in the summer without air conditioning. This is the reason the owners sealed all the windows.”

Again, huh? I have lived all over the world in hot and humid climates and never once had AC. Or if I did, it was old and junky and sounded like a jet engine taking off. I might use it to cool down the house for about ten minutes, but then it’s off.

Of further concern is that there was no egress from the bedroom, which is located on the other side of kitchen/passageway. If a fire were to start in the front room or kitchen, one would be toast with no escape route in sight. When I mentioned this to the owner, that they were not in compliance with fire codes, I was told I was wrong.

Upshot is I spent a fortune on a two-week trip that was not very fun. Lesson learned: steer clear of Airbnb. Had I been in a hotel, I would have checked out the following day. With Airbnb, one has no recourse. I even contacted the owners upon my return and thought they might offer a bit of a refund. No such luck. Apparently it was my fault that I had not asked about the windows in advance.

I will never understand why people move to Florida to live inside hermetically sealed, freezing cold homes. As I walked around my tiny neighborhood of three canals, I noticed that only one home had its windows open. Jalousie windows on the front and sides of the home had been cranked open to their maximum. Through them, I could see ceiling fans turning. At least there was one sane person on the island.

Aside from a disgustingly hot, stuffy, and claustrophobic cottage, that I endured the entire time, there is the accessibility situation.

Matlacha Ave

I knew Matlacha was an island that connected to another island. But I hadn’t really thought that through. Once one leaves the little areas off the main road, all sense of peace and quiet disappears. I would walk out of my place, go a few blocks and I was on a highway. Possibly not a highway, but it felt like it. In other words, there was no cute town to roam around. No little grocery store. Nothing but the main drag. At this time of year, it wasn’t too bad. In the winter, when all the tourists arrive, apparently it’s a nightmare of traffic and noise.

Aside from that, to get to a supermarket requires driving on the Florida roads that I hate. Massive, modern, lanes-wide throughfares that carry the populace to the stores. I Uber it whenever I travel, but that’s a holiday thing, not good for everyday living.

I lived in Ocean Beach CA, when I was a student at SDSU. At the time, it was a bit of a hippie/surfer/college-student town. I loved it. I used to see the oldsters on their adult tricycles tooling around OB. I swore back then that when I got to their age, I too would own a baby-blue tricycle. And since I now have arrived at that point in life, it is what I want.



There must be somewhere in Florida where I can get a tiny little place to live and be able to ride around on three wheels. I want a small-town, friendly-neighborhood type place. I do not want to drive. I do not want to navigate massive roads to go and buy supplies. But where is that secret locale hiding? 

I got lots of suggestions from various people I spoke to when I was there. But then I look at a map of Florida and I am lost. I cannot possibly go to every city in the state and search for my home. I do know I want West Coast Florida, but where? I will take all recommendations.

At least back in CA, I can open all the doors and windows. It isn’t as warm and lovely as Florida, but at least we’re getting into the best months of the year. 

Edison's Dock Ft Myers


 

05 August 2022

Leoma Lovegrove




Several years ago, and I have no idea when or where, I heard about the artist Leoma Lovegrove. Once you see a picture of the lady or, for that matter, hear her name, you don't forget. Although apparently I did until I began looking for places to visit in Florida. 

My first reaction had been, Oh, I remember reading about her.  My second thought was, Goodness, she paints in a similar style to Lucia of Tortuga Straits. 



In case you are wondering about Lucia and Tortuga Straits, both will be a bit harder to find than Leoma.  Although the town and the artist are very real to me, they can only be found in my novel, Tortuga Straits and the Parrot Hotel. Which, happily, will be available for free download on Amazon, August 6 - 10.

Tortuga Straits on Amazon

Tortuga Straits is part of the Tropical Seaside Village Series. The other book in the series is The Many Wonders of Costa Contente.  I will be available for free from August 7 -11.

Costa Contente on Amazon

Leoma's Website: Leoma Lovegrove    

The photos below are from the magical garden behind her shop. Beatles music played on a loop, butterflies flitting through the tropical plants, and an art trailer that would win any show in any town. The flower child still within me greatly appreciated this marvel.