Doing alright. How'z you? I'm in Carmel-by-the-Sea right now. Old Clint Eastwood mayoral country. Living the high life for the weekend, and paying for it. How about yourself?
I've always called Florida the "Poor Man's California". Add swarms of flying insects, humidity, mullets on ATVs, and subtract state taxes and unfunded schools and that's pretty much what you get to become Florida.
I'm sure there gotta be some Italiens down there doing the bocce and shuffleboard thing with their goombahs that you can watch Juve matches with...
As long as the silicone and snipped 50-year-old ladies in bikinis don't start flirting with you en español, asking for a little lawncare... if you know what I mean (and I think you do).