Because the thing is - it's so different. First up there's adjusting to the heat. The truth is, two minutes after stepping off the 747 at Orlando, you know all you're gonna need is your comfy shorts, a thin thin T-shirt and your shades. The rest of the stuff might as well remain, ironed and untouched at the bottom of that suitcase.
And then there's that business of the light. Same planet sure - but somehow the light is different. Brighter. And if, like me, you're a fan of cheap sunglasses, then this can magnify the difference, helping you pass each hour in new world where the predominant colours are blue, green and a fetching coral pink.
Another issue, of course, is the size of everything: I'm talking people, food and cars. See I'd forgotten just how much fun it is, to watch a big family, go to "work" on ribs and fries, and the kind of dessert that constitutes a miracle of trans-fat engineering. No wonder they kick off the evening with a round of mega margaritas.
And then there's the wildlife. And the vegetation. And what about adjusting to the national pastime - shopping? When did that one creep up on us? When did the Mall suddenly become so cool? And anyway, how many clothes does anyone need in this climate?
So today, I've been mainly trying to balance up the beauty of the sky and the sea and a semi-tropical landscape with some of the mercenary nonsense required to sell this dream.
Don't worry about me: I'm adjusting - a couple of days, a couple more cocktails and I'll be just fine.
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