Well, I thought I was done blogging about the beach vacation we had last July/August, but there’s just a few more words left in me. The funny thing is that as I wrap up last year’s vacation, I am booking this year’s! We thought we’d go back to Pensacola Beach but we are gypsies when it comes to vacation spots. I always wanted THAT spot that we always went back to year after year but even when we find somewhere we love, the next year, we want to try something new.
This time I polled my town’s Facebook friends and got 70+ responses for beaches in the 7-9 hour driving radius. (This is the coolest part about having most of the town we live in on a FB page.) We first looked for condos…back to vrbo.com. But they are so hard to gauge not seeing them personally. Finally, I decided to look for actual houses on the beach because even with a condo, you still have to carry chairs, toys, bags, towels, Kylie etc. to the beach. And even from the 4th floor condo and less than 50 yards of boardwalk, it’s still tiring. But houses are SO expensive. Much more for a family or two and you don’t find many houses literally ON the beach. Well, thanks to VRBOs filtering capability, I noticed townhouses were an option and BINGO! We found the perfect place for us. With the damage deposit (which we will get back) and taxes, it’s a wee bit over our budget, but y’all…you walk down the back deck stairs into the sand. YES. I can’t wait to go. But I digress…back to Pensacola…
After the professional photo session, I decided to try some of my own with the girls…it was evening on a different night and to be honest, they didn’t turn out too bad.
By this point, we were all peeling!
Absolutely my favorite. This one went with our most recent post placement report!
One afternoon late, Jenna was getting bored so we rode around and found some go-carts. Obviously, Kylie was too little to ride and that seemed like something Steve would enjoy, so I sent them around the track a few times while Kylie and I enjoyed a late afternoon sweet.
I’m also including this one (and the next) to prove I was on this vacation too.
We made the most of the last few days we had and boy did Kylie start to enjoy the beach and our new “home”.
I have a bunch of photos of her on me in various stages of cheesin’. I’m just so glad she loved the beach. I can’t wait to take her back!
Contrary to how it might appear, Kylie was not always happy. In fact, most nights at dinner, it was hard. She didn’t eat well and we were starting to tire of seafood (I know?!?). Our last evening there we went to a Greek place. The only way we could get Kylie to settle down, not scream and eat just a little…was this…
I’m not joking. She sat at the table the entire time like this. Eating her food. Luckily, we were about the only folks in this joint. I tell you…this kid always makes me laugh!
After checking out for the week (and waiting on the elevators for at least 30 minutes), we headed towards the Aviation Museum which was not too far away and FREE.
Steve really enjoyed this and I would have too had it not been for Kylie. Walking around a museum after a long week at the beach is just not her thing. While we were there, Jenna found some authentic fighter jet seats you can sit in. While trying them out, a gentlemen, retired Marine himself and volunteer at the museum, came up and offered to strap her in the way they were really strapped up.
This guy was super nice and it was interesting to see where everything clicked and buckled together to make you super tight. I’ll admit, I was a little afraid of getting her out because he did walk away after he was done. Then, I started to actually consider that it might be a good thing…
Oh well…it was a fun thought!! Not really…but Jenna enjoyed being shown something like this from someone who had actually strapped himself in a few times.
After we finished at the museum, we were homeward bound. It was bittersweet, but we knew we’d be back…
(special thanks to all of you who have stuck with me as I go back in time…lucky for you we are almost caught up…almost, but not quite!)
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