Until next time

     Small bags of memories ride in the back seat as the sunshine state slowly disappears making way to hopes for springtime splendor. Your skin is browned, not to well done and you're hoping it won't fade until you proudly show it off to your bleached white friends. A week in the sun, surf and lazy days that define vacations. A' visit for a few hours with a long-distance family that is never long enough but always enjoyed.

     Florida has its perks designed mostly for travelers with cruise ships and themed bars. Seafood restaurants and shops full of Florida treasures. But for some the real treasures are the countless walks on the sandy beaches hoping to find that perfect shell or sea glass. It’s the smell of the sea and the crashing waves that lull you to sleep. It’s the wildlife that visits you for scraps of food and the thrill of seeing a shark or dolphin up close and very personal.

     The mountains take the place of palm trees and surf, and you awe at the beauty of where you call home. The memories are captured with many clicks, and social media allowed friends and family to be right there with you. Nothing but the traveled road behind you now and anticipation of sleeping in your own bed tonight just a few miles ahead. You will unpack the car tomorrow but take the small bag of treasures inside with you where you will empty it and begin to smile as you remember the sounds, smells and good times that must last until you meet again. 

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