Destin, FL

From journal this weekend:

Great wealth of beachy pastel homes.  Like set of Edward Scissorhands suburban life with crazy colors  but moved to the Gulf of Mexico.  And empty.  Most, anyway.  There's a sad abandoned air to Destin suggesting happier, sandier times.  Every other home or condo is up for sale or has a 'For Rent' sign in front.  Very gorgeous, though.  So pretty.  Makes you want to move here if the threat of hurricanes weren't so very real.  And all the food weren't fried.  Must be Southern Life.

Dad is such a charmer.  Always ready with a nice compliment to men and women alike, but especially to women.  Full of useless facts, too.

Apparently, all the palm trees in Destin have been brought in from further south in Florida.  No palms native here.  Just sand and weeds.  Rich people, too.

There is the whitest sand I've ever seen here.  Coming from the mid-west, it is easy to think you're amongst snow but then I remember the warmer temps.  Beautiful white sand meeting the Gulf.  So shimmering and smooth, I almost want to taste it.