We have some time before the ferry departure, so we stop at a little cafe on Captiva Island to fuel up. We get our orders and sit at the shabby table outside. Next to us, headset on and phone in hand, a tanned local man in his 50's is making one business phone call after another. How nice must it be to live in paradise, own a business, and do office at a coffee shop located just down the road from the spacious house you live in I thought.
As we're sipping our cappuccinos brainstorming ways to fend off any alligators we might encounter on Kayo Costa, the man stands up, walks toward, and rejoins his wife and two teenage Yankee cap wearing daughters eating breakfast at the restaurant next door, and I realize he's not a local at all. He's a husband and a father on vacation in Florida with his family.
"Wow," I say to my wife. "That guy's on vacation with his family making business phone call after phone call while they eat breakfast without him."
"I've seen several such families already," replies Kasia in her unsurprised psychologist voice.
"Damn. That's pretty sad," I conclude and I take another sip of the frothy milk topped bliss.