Hug A Palm Tree

Growing up in Wisconsin, I had never seen a palm tree. At 28 I hadn’t been further south than Oklahoma and I’ve never seen the East or West coast. The chances of me having seen a palm tree were very slim. 

I am used to trees like Oak, Maple, Poplar. Pine trees. Palm trees were very exotic to me. They were in places like Hollywood and Miami. Places I never wanted to go, but likely would never have the opportunity to go as well. 

On my birthday I was surprised with a trip to visit my uncle, which luck would have, lived in Florida. 

I am not sure what I expected. And while the photo is nothing like what you often see in movies of trimmed up, pristine looking trees. It was still a palm tree and I was still excited to see it. 

I remember running over and hugging it. Then of course, demanding a photo for memories sake. This was just off the beach from Calidisi Island. 

It may not have been a “WOW” experience but I still remember it well.