21201, 1312hr, florida time.

guess what, we spent another day at the beach today. so so so happy.

i've stopped trying to keep track of where exactly we are. i knew roughly we were at fort walton, and somewhere after that, we went to the beach. there was a long breakwater, that we were determined to get to, so we kinda trekked there, whining and complaining the whole time. but when we finally got there, we all shut up. the waves were so gentle there, there was a mini island just off the coastline, because the sand got deposited prematurely. the water was slightly cold, but as we played around in the water, we gradually warmed up and didn't mind the cold wind. i looked ridiculous, with my blue jacket and all huddled up on my upper body, but the legs of my jeans folded up so my lower body looked all beach-girl-looking.

we walked along the coast, i was looking for nice big seashells, but without much success. we came across a few women, and asked them for some directions [we were hoping there were changing facilities nearby because the girls wanted to go take a swim in the sea]. when we passed the women again, one of them gave us some really pretty sand-dollars. actually, i have no idea what sand-dollars are, but i had a book that briefly mentioned it. i didn't know how fragile it was, so i stupidly put my pretty sand-dollar into my purse, and it broke into tiny pieces. totally heartbroken.

after we got sick of playing in the waters, we climbed up the rocks to the breakwater, and basically let the sun and the wind tan/dry us. i didn't tan, knowing how resistant my skin is, but i really liked the wind. my hair was a mess, but it felt so good - sunrays on the skin, wind in the hair. i was sitting on this big rock, legs dangling off the side, kicking the sand on my feet into the air. i wasn't thinking about anything in particular, just sitting there, feeling the wind and listening to the rhythm of the waves. ah, so nice.

for the night, we checked in at a motel with an ocean view. it was amazing, we had our private balcony, from which we had a great view of the sea. so this morning, we went out to the beach again. the girls went in for a soak, but i didn't feel like it, so i didn't. we buried tk's body in the sand, very tempted to form some "breasts" for him, but in the end we didn't because tk looked quite menacing even just with a head sticking out of the sand. hahaha...

of course, we did more than just checking out beaches. we also went to the "gulfarium" which had the oldest dolphin show or something. yahui was really excited about the dolphins, so i'd bet she'd have more to say about it. but for me, the gulfarium wasn't such an attraction, maybe because i've already been to too many such aquariums and dolphins shows. i think the best i've seen was the one in australia. we also tried going to the indian museum, but it was closed for contruction. there're these little places that we went to, but somehow, the memory that really sticks always has to do with the beach.

i realise i don't write very good travel logs. boring boring. i wish i could upload some pictures, and let them speak for themselves.