It did rain while we were there. In fact, it rained a lot. There was no lightening, so who cares. We stood in the ocean and played while the rain hit our faces. We swam and shelled for two days until we dropped. On our last day at Sanibel, we had about 7 hours to spend at the beach. The boys lasted 2 hours. They were done. Cooked. Chicken fried. We went back to the hotel, took showers and headed out.
So, I fully and highly recommend Sanibel Island. I fully recommend our hotel. It was modest but had everything we needed. We even had a fridge and microwave. Although there was not a cabana boy to bring drinks down to the water for me, there was a bar. We really didn't have time to sit and sip a drink. It seems that our vacations are more action packed and athletic than most normal families. We don't sit still much. I stopped long enough to take a few pictures but other than that we were playing, swimming and shelling for the entire day and some of the night.
I hope that the pictures speak for themselves. This island made me want to be a beach girl instead of a mountain girl. I loved the heat. I loved the sun. I loved the ocean smell and the beauty of each different shell on the beach. Disclaimer: I did tell Steve that I am now willing to move, but only if we live ON the beach. Not near the beach, not close to the beach, ON the beach. That would make me one happy girl. Here's the strange thing, I hate swimming. I actually don't like water. But I LOVE the beach. I can tolerate swimming in the ocean. The fish and swimmy creatures don't bother me. It's a weird connection; me and the ocean.