Discovering What’s Real in the Home Town of Fantasy

Some time ago, I went on a press trip to Orlando, Florida, and had an unexpectedly good time. I say unexpectedly because, well, there’s no kind way to say this: I didn’t expect to have a good time. Theme parks don’t always do much for me, I dislike being hot, and the state’s medieval politics were a turn-off.

But, as tough of an audience as I was determined to be, Orlando won me over. Turns out there’s more to the city than theme parks, and even they weren’t so bad. (Well, except for SeaWorld. SeaWorld is an abomination. But the others were fun.)

There’s also more to the city than just the city, as the area outside of town is very unspoiled and wild. I went inner-tubing, nearly saw manatees, and did spot my first-ever bald eagle.

During my trip, I also ate well and experienced a lot of gay nightlife. In short, Orlando has a lot more to offer than I think a lot of coastal folks give it credit for. And if you’re interested in the long version of the story, here it is, courtesy of the Girls that Roam website.