The Sanibel Island.

After our late lunch we drove to the Sanibel Island in hope to find some picturesque hotel with two sea view rooms. According to the old guide book which we found in our car, the Sanibel Island is renowned as gorgeous beauty with many luxury hotels which are located on white beach from where you can see unforgettable sun set.

The island by itself is not so big; it is enough 55 minutes to cross the whole island. Our optimistic mod started to cease after couple of unsuccessful attempt to find our dream hotel. The more we seek the worse was the result; four places had no vacancies, the other two didn’t have sea view rooms and the next was for big families.

We had no luck, which I alluded to the high holiday season or (which is the most likely) to our old unreliable guide book. I have to admit that we saw many beautiful private mansions, they all were situated on gorgeous beaches and the public access was denied.

[private beach house]

No doubts that the glory of the island is true, but you need to be very rich and own a house on the island in order to enjoy it.

Our last try felt at the first sight an agreeable hotel. But this impression was crossed by unexpected unpleasant muttering of the young receptionist. After long harangue we were allowed to look insight. The place was old and creepy; nothing was couching, temptations, pleasing or inviting to stay there for one romantic night. The beach area was forlorn and dirty and the inside garden was ill-conditioned. All balconies were covered by huge net, giving an impression of jail. I couldn’t hold my tong and asked the receptionist what was the purpose of that, she answered me on less polite tone that it was for the protection from mosquitoes. Her answer rendered just more questions in my mind, like about the possible side of mosquitoes who were supposed to get trapped in that net (what by size of birds??) and about the hotel management’s statement forward their customers.

Anyway, disappointed and tired, we crossed the island for the second time and left it in hope to find a better place to stay overnight. I wasn’t especially saddened but my friend, who was dreaming about to see a beautiful sun set, was completely crossed.

The never seen sun set.

I thought that the fortune is playing a mean joke with us, with consideration that we have such a gorgeous place at home which we left for the search of more romantic place where we could sit on the beach, drink champagne and see an unforgettable sun set. Instead we were driving toward the closest city, Fort Myers, in hope to find a better place to stay.