For a winter adventure we drove 22 odd hours to New Smyrna Beach for a week by the sea. I had spent many a day at this beach as a child feasting on the 7&up, Pringle’s and deviled eggs my grandmother packed in our standard lunch. I was overcome with a fierce nostalgia for the sandy soil, native palms and spanish moss. Even the gaggy chlorinated tap water reminded me that I was in Florida – which to me had always been Grandparent Land.
We embraced the laid back lifestyle, warm ocean water and the raw oysters that were only $6 a dozen across the street at JB’s Fish Camp. Every morning I took the boys for an early morning walk on the beach to search for treasures, the shells were simply divine. Manatee were swimming everywhere in the 72 degree waters at Blue Springs State Park. It was lovely.
This time around it was Kid Land and perfect it was.kids, life with boys