We hit a beach a day. Pretty awesome. We had heard wind that cocoa beach was named for its --you guessed it---cocoa beaches. I must admit, the distinction was less than I had hoped it would be. still, you can see a little cocoa in there, right?
This beach was so dang beautiful. Turquoise waters:
Seagulls to be chased (oo, and cute little wedgies to be had):
Parents in beanies and fleece jackets:
Annie had some killer snot that day too, which I think I spared you from for the most part. two words: double barrels.
We stayed the longest at this beach, I think, building sand castles, chasing birds, and listening to the ocean. why is it so magical? why is it so spiritual? I don't know, but man, can I live a block away someday?