We drove all day, I was bored out of my mind. I didn’t understand what the beach was or why I was going to love it. The only thing I knew was that every time we stopped they’d exclaim, “It’s getting warmer!” They (my grandma and my aunt) were excited, but I just wanted out of the car and out of my carseat.
We arrived around 9pm and I wanted to go to bed. Wheew, I was glad to be out of that car. My grandma wouldn’t stay off the balcony and my aunt said she was sneaking down to go for a swim at the pool. I just wanted to watch TV and chill. Within minutes I was sound asleep.
The next morning I woke up and looked out the window. I had no idea what I was seeing except there was lots of water. My grandma told me I was going to have the best time down there playing in the sand and swimming in the water.
Fast forward 4 years…. I want to live at the beach, I want to be a beach bum and I want to feel the sand between my toes forever and ever and ever. Yes, I’m a beach addict. It’s a real thing. Seriously. And to think it all began on a Christmas vacation trip when I was only 2 years old.
FYI: the water temperatures (low 60’s) in St. Petersburg Beach at Christmas were freezing, so after 3 days we packed up and spent the next week over at Palm Beach, Florida which had nice warm ocean temperatures (mid 70’s). The Gulf of Mexico is just too cold for winter swimming. In the winter, you can only swim at the beach on the Atlantic Ocean side from Palm Beach to Miami. (I’m an ocean temperature expert now! ha ha ha.)