Hubby and I just got home last night from 8 days and 7 nights at Panama City Beach, FL. It was one of the best vacations we have ever had. We spend every evening watching the sunset into the ocean.
Watching it sink down into the Gulf is one of the most beautiful things to witness.
We had beautiful days everyday. It only rained one day and it moved out by 2:00. Another day, I was on the beach reading and dark clouds rolled in and you could see rain in the distance on the ocean and we could hear the thunder, but it never moved into the shore.
It finally moved on in about an hour.
One day, we took a 3 hour cruise on the Captain Anderson (and yes, I was a little worried when the Gilligan's Island song came into my head.)
Our first stop was Shell Island where we were able to get off the boat and spend an hour on the island. I found a ton of shells and my favorite were the three perfect sand dollars I found.
On the way back to port we went way out in the Gulf. They said we were 400 miles from Mexico...which is the closest I will ever get to going to Mexico and that is fine with me.
Then we came closer inland and came upon about 8 dolphins frolicking and playing. It was hard to get the perfect picture, but I was able to get quite a few of them.
And of course I had to get my toes in the water and sand every chance I could.
We had such a wonderful time. I saw this sign and it just seemed to sum up exactly how I feel when I leave the beach.
