I have very fond memories of my aunts, grandmother and family visiting the mermaids at Weeki Wachee Springs Park. Any trip through my childhood would not be complete without stopping at this kitschy tourist trap. I was sad to see that the park actually consisted of very little these days – a couple mermaid cutouts for photos, some pretty plants, a few snack stands and some peacocks. Regardless, we had fun wandering the grounds, visiting the peacocks and then piled into the underwater theater with about a zillion excited children and weary parents for Weeki Wachee’s rendition of The Little Mermaid. Bird shook his head as we left the park, muttering that he had never in his life seen something quite so bizarre. I welcomed him to Florida – my home state.