I first visited Venice, Florida in 1959 at the age of 14. My grandparents had retired to this sleepy little Gulf Coast town, so our family piled into our 1959 Plymouth station wagon and made the 1300-mile (2100-km) trip south from Pennsylvania.
What a delightful place! We kids immediately made for the beach: swimming, sunning, biking, looking for fossil sharks’ teeth. Our Florida vacation ended all too soon!
Sixty years later, I’m still making trips to Venice and staying in the same little house. Venice has grown astonishingly in size, facilities and sophistication, but it’s still the Gem on the Gulf. I love spending time here!