Makes my heart happy

Have you ever found a place that makes your heart happy?
I have a lot of them.  My bed, the beach, my parents' kitchen, the bottom of a wine bottle. {Kidding.}
This past weekend we explored another part of our new state, and I found a whole city that makes my heart happy, Naples!

 {Naples Pier}

We went on this trip on a whim.  We were eating breakfast and Dom got that infamous smile on his face, and we know that always means trouble.  

Apparently while I was sitting there innocently reading all your bloggy blogs he was bidding on a hotel room, and won! So we packed up and drove the 2 hours to Naples, for $40 a night. :)

We started by going to Marco Island, which is probably my heaven on earth.  I feel like I say that about every place I go, but I mean it this time.  I promise.

All of Naples is a bird sanctuary so there were huge pelicans and all types of birds flying everywhere.
Kind of scary, but also pretty awesome.
The beach was so quiet and we had it almost all to ourselves.  I immediately got excited thinking about how perfect it would be to bring young children.  White sand, still shallow water and exciting animals. 

Dom quickly reminded me I'm dating a 22 year old male by swearing he'd never live somewhere so boring. {Happy bubble <---POP.}  He's more of a Miami nightlife, watch all the Bentleys go by kinda guy. He didn't seem to think that possibly running into Kelle Hampton made it more exciting either.  He even claimed to not know who Lainey or Nella were. Ugh, men.

Anywho it started to rain so we did what any normal person would do and found the nearest happy hour.  1 fishbowl, 5 amazing wings and 4 mini tacos later I was happy and hammered. 

And dinner? Naples outdid itself. We found a flatbread place with an entire gluten free menu, gluten-free flatbreads, pizzas and paninis. I was in heaven. Even more? It was also a wine bar.  And the waitress? Came over and told me I look like Jessica Alba.
I can't believe Dom made me leave. But he could just see my head (and thighs) getting bigger if I stayed there any longer and took me home.  Once again, men.


The next night was less delicious but gorgeous.  See, I love marinas more and a normal person should. I could sit and stare at boats all day and all night if I could.  So that is what we did. With cocktails.

Unfortunately, the guy we were chatting with had a few too many cocktails and after spilling a jager shot down Dom's leg I decided against handing him my baby camera to get a picture of us.  You'll just have to use your imagination for now.

So that's the end of my trip to heaven.  Naples and I? Life long friends.  Who needs men?