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I want to start a series on travel. I wish I could say I’m an avid traveler. Unfortunately, I’m not. I plan on traveling as much as I can before I die, and I plan on sharing those experiences here.
The first place I ever traveled to was Destin, Florida. Granted I was maybe five years old, so I don’t remember much of it. However, in February of 2017, I got the chance to revisit the gulf side of Florida. My grandma and grandpa were spending the winter in Sarasota and invited me to come down and stay for a few days, as a birthday/graduation gift. Obviously, I jumped on the chance. A free trip? To Florida? UM, YES PLEASE. My aunt, Lisa, booked my flight and a couple days later I found myself in the Indianapolis International Airport.
I might have failed to mention that I had never been on a plane before. That’s right, I was flying for the first time by MYSELF. I was more excited than I was scared. I don’t even remember the last time I was that excited for something. I hadn’t been on a vacation since 2011, so I had every right to be beyond excited.
If I remember correctly, the flight was scheduled to leave around 5:00pm. HOWEVER, my flight got delayed. First by 45 minutes, then another 15, then another 15. Eventually we left around 9:00pm. I was annoyed, but still very excited to finally get to ride on a plane. I had an aisle seat, so I was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to see the world in bird’s eye view. I sat with a man and his brother; they were very nice, and we had some nice conversation throughout the two-hour flight.
Finally, we landed, and I was officially in Florida! I walked off the plane onto the stairs down to a concrete pad. I was outside, and I saw palm trees, and I could smell the ocean, and it was warm! I was in heaven, complete and utter bliss. I met my grandparents and they took me to my great aunt’s house. I was staying in her spare bedroom. My grandma has gotten me some of my favorite things: fruity pebble cereal, apple juice, and pretzels. I was one happy girl. I quickly fell asleep, despite my excitement.
The next morning, I woke up and got my swimsuit on. I was so excited to go to the beach. My grandma and grandpa picked me up, and we headed to Madeira Beach. Oh my gosh, the water was so blue, and completely crystal clear. I could stand with the water up to my neck and see clear down to my feet. We spent the better part of the day at the beach, and it was fabulous.
Every place we ate at was a seafood place. With seafood being my favorite kind of food, I was in heaven. We even ate at a restaurant right on the water in John’s Pass. BTW, John’s Pass is very cool. It’s very touristy, so if tourists aren’t your thing, don’t go there; but if it is, you HAVE to check it out. There are tons of souvenir shops, specialty shops, ice cream shops, and little restaurants.
After three days, my time in the gulf in Florida was over. I got the pleasure of having a window seat this time, and the views were amazing.
I returned to Indianapolis, and life went on as normal. I had the best time in Sarasota/Madeira Beach.
What’s your favorite vacation spot? Let me know!