Spring Break, "Ft. Meyers Style"
             It was in the afternoon on March 31st when we determined to depart, for the moment both of us had been waiting for; "Spring Break, 2002, in Ft. Meyers, Florida. My friend Ryan and I were about to live this one week out to the fullest. It's not often that I got this opportunity to go someplace without any parents. We had been gathering things for this trip since the beginning of the school year. Now the day had finally come. (If I could explain the look on both of our faces, it was like little kids in a toy store.) I wasn't really looking forward to was the two daylong trip by car down there. But my friends figured it would probably be more fun driving down there rather than traveling by plane.
             The road trip was going all good until we figured out that the air conditioning was not working in the car. Though, we came along some other problems on the way down there. About forty-five minutes into the trip, we figured out that we were going in the wrong direction. There was large trees all around us that covered the road like a canopy; I figured we were going the right way, but I guess not. At the same time I was not really paying attention to the road signs. Somehow we were heading towards Chicago.
             Ryan figured that the best thing to do would be to pull into the next gas station. When we pulled up the place was so deserted, as if no one had been there in years. Dust covered the gas pumps and the windows of the gas station. At that time, we knew that this place want going to be much help.
             Ryan's sister and cousin were already down in Fort Meyer's. Oh man! I could not wait to get there. The beaches, girls, cars, palm trees, and Florida in general. I knew it was going to be the best time of my life. I had never been to Florida before, so I was extra excited.
             We finally reached our destination. It was ninety-five degrees when I stepped out of the ...