Beaches
I returned Monday night from a trip to the beaches at Destin, FL. Faced with the opportunity to go cheaply for a weekend in the sun, I made a very healthy decision to head east along the Gulf Coast. I dined at a restaurant called the Back Porch my first night there, and since I was on vacation I decided to do something I would not normally do–I ate some raw oysters.
I think the last time I did that, I was about five. The end of my fondness for raw oysters dates back to an incident in which I discovered my gag reflex when an oyster hit the back of my throat the wrong way, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that I didn’t really have any trouble with my oysters this time. Despite my initial trepidation, they went down very smoothly. I was especially pleased because the oysters served to me were large without being grainy. The Back Porch also serves a decent plate of grilled amberjack. My parents used to rave about how good it was (when they were about my age, they used to go to Destin frequently, and ate at the Back Porch whenever possible). It’s not as good as they promised, but by no means did I feel as if the food wasn’t good. I’d eat there again.
As might be expected, I’ve got a little sunburn, although not as bad as it would have been if I had not used sunscreen. I suspect some of it washed off of me when I went for swims in the Gulf. An hour or two in salt water is not kind to sunscreen. It didn’t help my skin much, either. I’m starting to peel, even in places where I’m not actually burned. It was absolutely worthwhile, though–last time I took a trip to the beach, I was too small to swim very well against the waves and currents. It was very different as an adult.
The whole experience was good enough that I didn’t really want to come home at the end of it. That’s the mark of a successful vacation, if anything is. Time for me to start planning so that I can do it again another time.
