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. Â 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.
