We are done with Naples. We didn’t have lunch there. I convinced His Pekness to wait two hours longer so we can dine at Cape Coral.
Naples was a little depressing. It is just one of those things.
It seems like eons ago when I had this friend who loved to go up Camelback mountain in Arizona and sip some Whiskey as we looked down towards the homes in Scottsdale, Arizona. The homes were elegant and rich and oozed class and the smell of money was palpable, that is, the dollar on display was so intense that you could almost touch it. I can’t explain it. It is not opulently displayed. One just feels it in the atmosphere. Oprah Winfrey has a home in Scottsdale, to give you an example of what cannot be described.
I went to the mountain twice and after that I always found an excuse not to go there. I experienced a lot of sadness for myself. It wasn’t envy. It was more a feeling of what did these people do to deserve this, which I didn’t do? Where was I when people were getting wealth that lasts for generations… That feeling. Perhaps you have felt it when you drive past Runda or Muthaiga or whichever suburb smells different. Anyway, I couldn’t do it. I steadily avoided those places.
Visiting Naples today reminded me why I do not go to Scottsdale, Arizona.
According to Wikipedia, Naples is one of the wealthiest cities in the United States, with the sixth highest per capita income in the country, and the second highest proportion of millionaires per capita in the US. Real estate is among the most expensive in the country, with houses for sale in excess of $40 million. A simple two bedroom apartment could go for $2 million.
Naples, Florida is certainly a city I would not visit again. Unless of course I were to suddenly come into a lot of money.
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