- I visited Florida once.
I had a great time.
My Aryan skin cracked upon being exposed to the subtropical sun, junk food tasted worse but was cheaper compared to Europe, everyone was very friendly and after having feasted on 24 Japanese bottles of beers - by the brand of Asahi - I managed to climb the 10-foot fence between the beach and the hotel we stayed at (my ex-girlfriend decided to use a door within this very structure instead, for some reason I assumed it was locked in the evenings).