Spring Breakers! Charli’s Senior (Citizen) Survival Guide!

Jena C. Henry is a writer, blogger, book reviewer, and bon vivant. Her goal is to make friends with everyone in the world. Jena enjoys reading new books and encouraging writers to be their best. Jena C. Henry holds a juris doctor degree from the University of Akron and practiced law and raised her family in tropical Ohio. Now retired, she writes novels, conducts writing workshops and enjoys good times with friends and family. Her fiction series, The Golden Age of Charli, spotlights the love and laughter of family life and retirement.

Spring break 2016

Continuing my travel series

Your intrepid, well-aged couple had planned a getaway to Fort Lauderdale.

For Lauderdale. In March. We like to spend our beach vacations sedately walking on the beach, rejuvenating in the hot tub and serenely sipping martinis. Aaaahhh! But this time, after making our plans, our reservation confirmation included a dire warning:

Our resort sits atop many bars and restaurants on Fort Lauderdale Beach, and there can be heavy crowds, delays in traffic, and loud noise during Spring Break. While the resort, in conjunction with the Fort Lauderdale Police Department, do all we can to minimize noise – the crowds can be lively and there can be some noise at the resort throughout Spring Break.

Hooligans! Tom-foolery! Rebuckled knickerbockers below the knee! First medicinal wine from a teaspoon, then beer from a bottle. We’ve got TROUBLE!

We considered rescheduling, but then we decided to brave it and head to River City, er Fort Lauderdale. We stepped into the resort lobby and waited to register with young women wearing shoelaces as garments. We stood in line to get on the elevator with scrums of guys lugging large coolers. We tottered to the pool and heard singing from the balconies and saw group hugs in the pool.

Did we cringe and retreat back to our room to look for Lawrence Welk reruns?pool 2016

No we did not! Instead, we followed our own advice and decided to say “Hello” to everyone we met. If we stepped on to an elevator crammed with lots of skin and beautiful smiles, we said, “Hi” and asked what school they were from. We turned to the gang piled on the lounge chairs next to us, gave a friendly smile and asked what they were majoring in. We changed our focus- these were no longer