Driving – 200+ miles, countless hours
Walking – 1 mile
Tarpon Springs holds the highest percentage of Greek Americans than any other city in the US. Have I piqued your interest yet? No. Me either. So, why are we heading to Tarpon Springs on a beautiful blue-sky day instead of arriving at the Busch Gardens parking lot? I’m wondering the same question, but for my husband, the answer is simple. Antique Stores!!
I’ll be honest with you, I love antique stores about as much as Mike loves Space Mountain. Well, that’s not exactly true since antique stores don’t make me physically ill, I just get bored in them. I can amuse myself for a few hour’s wandering, and if it’s a “real” antique store with truly old and beautiful things I’m more interested. But places like that are few and far between, and Mike’s not really looking for those kind of stores anyway since his focus is on all things moto-related, and they didn’t make much in that category before the turn of the last century.
We got a decently early start from Orlando, and had to wave goodbye to our final Mickey sighting of the trip:
Our plan was to check in with our hotel (Comfort Suites) first just in case they had a room ready. I wanted to use their printer so I could get a list of antique stores in the area. The gal at check-in was amazingly helpful. They didn’t have a room ready, but she said she’d call as soon as it was. She also looked up Antique stores and even called a few to ask about what else was in the area. Turns out there wasn’t much in Tampa proper, and we’d already explored Ybor City last year, so I had her search the online yellow pages further West towards Clearwater. Nothing there, but up the coast a ways we found Tarpon Springs which had 5 listings, all big enough to keep Mike happy for hours.