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On Spring Break As A Kid, There Is Nothing More Classic Than Leaving The Pool To Grab A Turkey Sandwich From Upstairs

On Spring Break As A Kid, There Is Nothing More Classic Than Leaving The Pool To Grab A Turkey Sandwich From Upstairs

So maybe this is an extremely niche title for a blog. But I feel like there most of you reading this spent spring breaks as children somewhere down in Florida. Whether that be in the panhandle near Tallahassee or Pensacola, in Orlando at a theme park, down south in Fort Myers - most people have childhood memories of spending time somewhere down in Florida.

For me it’s Marco Island. From first grade until seventh or eighth grade I spent most every spring break down there. It’s known as a retirement community for the most part, a place for snowbirds living in the midwest to escape the cold. Marco Island is about forty minutes from the Fort Meyers International Airport, and while it is true that many a retiree spend the traditional winter months there, it’s also quite family friendly. You’ve got parents with children that want to swim, the problem is you can’t take them to Panama City, Clearwater, or Miami because well, let us be honest for moment - the dregs of society are hanging out there from late February until mid-April. Marco Island is as far south in Florida as you can go before hitting Cuba. It has pristine beaches, combed daily by attentive hotel staff and nightlife that shuts down by about 9:00 p.m. most evenings. It is the perfect spot for a family of four, which leads me to the title of this particular blog.

During a child’s spring break you’re not doing a whole lot. You’re spending much of your time with a sibling or some kid you met down at the hotel or condominium pool and you find ways to occupy your time when you’re down there for a week.

The biggest question you have to answer on a day to day basis is simple: pool or beach? If you’re poolside, that means Marco Polo is in play as well as 500 and diving contests. If you’re at the beach you’re bodysurfing. You’re tossing the frisbee. And you’re definitely trying to stay out of your mothers way while she tries to read her book. But one constant remains whether you choose pool or beach and that is the turkey sandwich. Maybe once or twice during the trip you’ll find your way into a spot for chicken fingers, fries, and a coke, but the majority of the trip lunch consists of one thing - the turkey sandwich. Publix deli is fantastic. You get yourself a pound or two of turkey for the week, some provolone or swiss, fresh lettuce, tomatoe, mayo, mustard - you know the drill. From 9 a.m. to noon you’re swimming. And by 1 you could eat a goddamn horse. And so you go back up to the room, fix yourself a sandwich with some potato chips on the side and drink a Coca Cola classic while you watch a Spongebob or Hey Arnold episode.

If there was one thing I looked forward to on spring break other than no school and constant swimming, it was that turkey sandwich at lunch time. Sure I could eat a turkey sandwich any time when I was at home back in Michigan, but down there, after a few hours of swimming in the hot Florida sun that turkey sandwich with a coke and some chips just hits different. Unless you’ve lived it I can’t adequately explain it, but those sandwiches were always flame. Once again I realize that this is incredibly niche, but I hope some of you reading this can relate on a surface level.

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