Sunday, March 20, Day 16, to Clewiston FL

We went to the Blessed Pope John XXIII church.

Here is what we found in the parking lot of the church, hand built by owner, he described it to a 6 year old like the models you put together, that is what I did.

In the entry there was a life sized bronze statue of him. Its dedication was scheduled for next week with the Pope’s Papal Nuncio (Envoy) to give the dedication ceremony. Reminded me of the mass we had at St. Peter’s church in Rome, it was conducted by Cardinal Luigo who was the Nuncio of the US for many years. Seeing the life like statue of him in his latter years gave me the thought/feeling that he exuded peace and love from deep in his being. The priest had two baptisms during mass and two after, a young parish? 2,107 families and 4,502 attended last Sunday. The bulletin is a four color, 16 page, slippery paper, first class. I think I learned more about baptism and the meaning of the oils, white cloth placed on the child. He used the chrism upon the ending of mass anointing the ears so that they would hear the word of God. The Father Bob was enthusiastic about life itself that - pick me up spirit.

A lunch downtown Ft. Meyers at Vino De Notte restaurant at the high class hotel Indigo. Always nice to have table cloths on the table, unique silver ware, should have taken a picture of it. Shirleen had a Vino Burger with her customary American cheese, because it reminds her of a grilled cheese sandwich. I a Chicken Florentine Panini, a marinated grilled chicken breast with cheese, spinach, caramelized red onion and a sun dried tomato aioli on a foccacia bun grilled Panini style.

A visit to the Edison & Ford Winter Estates in Ft. Meyers.

Edison statue under the banyon tree.

Here is my Lady with the lady Edison.

There houses had were surrounded by gardens, many different palm trees and flowering gardens.

The royal palms, with the smooth green at the top are from Cuba, not indigenous to US.

Neat place now and back in 1910 when they lived there, two to four weeks per year.

Notice white egret looking for lunch.

We will travel across the state on Hwy 80, there SR80, their Sweet Road 80. They consider themselves the sweetest place on earth. As we drove across the state, I wish we could bottle the orange blossom smell, overpowering.

We thought we would eat at Beef O’Brady’s restaurant, a chain. Shirleen’s fish and chips were thick and juicy, I ordered chicken wings with mild sauce, poor choice. I ordered those because they looked so good last night at Selmon’s. The chips we a double thick potato chips. Jerr