What types of tourists have you noticed in the following essay?Florida’s Trapped TouristsFlorida is the nation's virtual melting pot for many reasons. One of thebiggest reasons is that the state is awash in tourist attractions. The SunshineState's variety of attractions often makes it easy for those who live there toidentify and classify the tourists. South Florida's natural attractions hint ofadventure; Orlando's theme parks lure families and newlyweds; West PalmBeach promises a snobby, luxurious life-style; and Key West offers hedonisticescapades.One classification of Florida tourists is the tropical adventurer, easilydistinguishable by an ever-present camera or video recorder. Although evenFloridians occasionally take pictures, cameras provide one clue that someone isa visitor to the state. For example, a man wearing a pith helmet, a fifty-pocketphoto vest, Banana Republic shorts, and L.L. Bean super-duty sandals whiletaking pictures of children looking miserably cute in the glaring sun could be aFloridian; however, if the guy in the pseudo-adventurer garb is telling thechildren to move closer together so he can include a palm tree, airboat, stuffedalligator, or bikini-clad bimbo, he is a tourist. This man falls into the tropicaladventurer category because he is not trying to capture a special moment in hischildren’s lives, but endeavoring to record a particular object that proves tofriends and family that he has indeed led his brood upon a Sunshine Statesafari. It is always the background that this type is focused on, the proof oftropical adventure.Another type of easily identified tourists includes those drawn likelemmings to the magical, mystical, or confined-animal theme parks. Thesepeople may include families or hand-holding, smooching newlyweds. They areall under the impression that a park such as Rodent World is the perfect fun orromantic getaway. These tourists obviously find it fun and romantic to standin long lines among rude teenagers and whiny toddlers who are constantlybeing chastised by grumpy, overweight, under-dressed, sweaty parents – allsuffering from the heat and habitual humidity or the punctual afternoonthunderstorms.When the storms do strike, a bizarre scenario unfolds: The individualtourists are transformed into a giant pulsating entity composed of a zillionbright yellow plastic ponchos bearing a portrait of "the Rodent." Battalions ofthese tourists, all clad in these fourteen-dollar-bright-yellow slickers are a truetestament of the Rodent's mass-marketing magic. If it isn't raining, this varietyof tourist is distinguishable by goofy-looking hats and T-shirts bearing thelikenesses of various princesses, ducks, mice, dogs, chipmunks, or variousother “cutesified” critters.The Palm Beach set also stands out as a distinct variation oftourists. Often, these are successful businessmen (or their sons) and theirwives, all of whom showcase deep tans from leisurely or sporting activities.They often wear expensive, name-brand resort clothes, or nautical-motif attire.The women can be identified by "name-dropping" shopping bags, enormoussunglasses, strange hats, and expensive sandals on perfectly pedicured feet.The men are usually found on the golf course or in the country club lounge,where they brag of luxury cars, sailboats, stock market prowess, or deep-seafishing conquests. Because some of these people spend many months in thestate, they have even convinced themselves that they are true "Floridians," nottourists.Daytona Beach also adds to Florida's melting-pot of tourism, butDaytona visitors arrive by season: In February and July, it's auto-racing fans; inMarch and April, it's college students on spring break; and in the fall, it's SpeedWeek bikers. However, if a member of one group tends to stray into anothergroup's season, it's still easy to sort out who's who. Auto racing fans wearshirts with giant numbers that barely cover giant bellies; the college kids don'twear shirts at all; and the bikers are the totally nude, tattooed dudes (and“dudettes”) spraying one another down in the car washes.The final group of tourists is far more difficult to spot because it is easyto blend into the locale: Key West. There are few places, for example, where alarge man can slip into a small, tight-fitting, zebra-striped dress; plant a cheap,blond wig on his head; toss on a pair of spiked heels; and fit right in with thecrowd.Although the Key West carnival atmosphere can make tourists moredifficult to spot, they are not completely invisible. Pale skin, fiery red skin, orpeeling skin are clues. So are new Hawaiian shirts, designer swim suits, and thestench of Coppertone. So too are the stunned looks at restaurants whenvisitors learn that the glass of water they requested costs more than the rumladenplanter's punch. By happy hour, however, all differences tend to dissolvein Margaritaville as everything becomes a tropical blur, and all are totallyuncaring of who is native and who is tourist.Of course, all of this is not to say that Floridians begrudge tourists their"traps" because the"natives" often visit them, too. In fact, many Floridiansvisit theme parks, the Palm Beaches, Daytona, or Key West because they enjoywatching tourists. The tourists who flock to Florida attractions becomeFlorida attractions themselves.