We’re back in Illinois … where the weather is every bit as pleasant as it was in Florida (but even so, there’s no comparison … there’s no beach here in Illinois – obviously). And while I’m glad to be back home again, in my nest, surrounded by my things, and near the people I love, part of my heart is still back there on the beach.
We had a wonderful time. We left right after the Ts’ soccer games and made it about 6 hours down the road. We had a short enough drive on day 2 that we had several hours of daylight in St. Augustine Beach. As soon as we got checked in, we made a bee line for the beach.
There’s just something about being where sand and water meet … I can literally feel the lifting of burdens and the calming of my spirit in a way that nowhere else can.
We spent the morning of day 3 seeing the sites in historic St. Augustine.
We drove further south the afternoon of day 3 until we reached our final destination. Of course, as soon as we unpacked the car, we headed to the beach. It was just as beautiful as I remembered it. The water is just so clear and so blue.
We had planned to spend day 4 at the beach, but we got caught in a couple of showers and decided that perhaps that day would be the best day to head to Everglades National Park … and it couldn’t have been a better day there. We saw more alligators than we could possibly count. We saw a multitude of different kinds of birds. And we saw not one but TWO manatees! I almost shouted for joy (every spring when we go to Florida, I always hope to be able to see a manatee … but until this spring, I never had).
Day 5 was our day to see the Cardinals play. We got our seats early were in the 4th row from the field … made for a lot of good “photo ops”. I won’t bore you all with pictures of all the players, but I just have to show you one … so how about a picture of the Cardinals’ closer warming up to come into the game.
Days 6 and 7 were spent relaxing at the beach … that may not sound as exciting as days 4 and 5, but they were the highlights of the trip … just love soaking up the sun, feeling the sand between my toes and the waves crashing around my ankles.
Day 8 came before I knew it … and it was time to head north. Here, at the conclusion of day 9, we’re back home. And it’s true … there’s no place like home.