I think you get the idea of what I think about driving in Florida, so I'll leave that part to your imagination. That doesn't leave me much to write about, though. The hotel had a strict checkout time, so I got out of the room, left the car in the parking lot and went for another walk on the beach. That done, I hit the road again, stopping only to pick up some cookies, since the hotel didn't provide any breakfast, or if they did, they didn't tell me about it.
That I ended up in another La Quinta should be no surprise, although I'm starting to sour on this place. The rooms are generally decent for what I'm willing to pay (although this one had an odd feature in that, where the peephole is supposed to be there is just a regular hole in the door, which someone has plugged with a piece of kleenex) but I really don't like their policy of only letting you make phone reservations through their central office, even when you have called the place directly. So you end up not getting information like ' there's a problem with the internet' (fixed, fortunately, otherwise I would have had to hurt somebody).
Clearwater, Florida is the winter home of the Phillies, which means there is a cheesesteak shop in the strip mall next door. I got one for dinner because, really, who doesn't like cheesesteak?
Side note: This hotel is oddly infested with squirrels. I mean, the lizards I get, but squirrels?