Boca Grande needs no words.
Except for these.
Last weekend we celebrated our friends’ wedding in a little slice of paradise called Boca Grande. Although I’ve lived in Sarasota for, Jesus, almost five years now – wow, that went by fast – I’ve never made the hour drive south to visit this gorgeous island. Now that I’ve been, I doubt I’ll let five weeks pass before I visit again.
Boca Grande is like a mini (very mini) Key West. Tropical, island-y and hot, this beach town is perfect for bike rides and frozen cocktails. Unlike Key West, this town is a bit more wealthy and less drunken boat captain – giving it more of an artsy, relaxed feel without the Spring Breakers.
Since this post is super pic heavy, I won’t drown you with words. Just know this – go to Boca Grande. Immediately. Stay at The Gasparilla Inn, have a Hummer at The Pink Elephant, walk along the banyan trees, enjoy life. And try to avoid getting eaten by a scorpion.
The Gasparilla Inn – Hotel grounds, BZ Lounge, Golf Course, Beach Club:
I spent most of the trip doing this:
While dancing under these:
And trying not to get my face eaten off by this thing:
Yes, that totally happened. As did this:
But, have enough Hummers at The Pink Elephant, which taste like ice cream and world peace, and you won’t have a care in the world. In fact, I rode that spider around town like a golf cart.
Although Sunday started like this:
It ended up like this:
Check out Whiddens Marina. Super old. Super cool:
And be sure to find the hidden Sam Murphy Park, located across the street from The Temptation – which is a restaurant and not a strip club as the name suggests. Lush greenery and a reflecting pool (turned wishing well thanks to the tourists) make this spot more romantic than a fairy tale.
Whatever you do, be sure to end your stay like this:
Have you been?