When we arrived in Florida, Uncle Ken gave us one of his cars, and the keys to his condo in Daytona Beach. With a map of Florida, full tank of gas, and a week to kill, we decided to roadtrip along the coast to find new beaches. We made it about 6 hours north of our original destination.
Cousin James told us about a friend in St. Augustine, who lived right on the beach. So we packed up and spent two days at his place, and woke up in the morning carrying surfboards right out the door and stepping onto the sand. I could wake up to that, every morning.
Those two days we explored the oldest city in the nation, went to the most beautiful museum I've ever been to, and made the beaches of St. Augustine our home.
It was love at first beach stroll. While the boys surfed and played sand volleyball, I walked the beaches for hours. It was so quiet and peaceful, and we made some of my favorite memories there. I have been to over 100 beaches in my 27 years, and this one was high on my list.
I came home with a gallon zip lock bag full of treasures to spread around our house, fill jars with, and to turn into wind chimes.