They call this the Emerald Coast.
White sand, blue-green water, truth in adverting.
The rest is what you expect from an economy fueled by sand, sun and regret—water slides, jet ski rentals, 2-for-1 cocktails and more tattoo shops than I have ever seen. Strangely enough, there are also a bazillion thrift shops.
We stayed at The Breakers on Okaloosa Island in Fort Walton Beach for 13 days. It’s a time-share resort, and it’s a bit tired, but benefits from being right on the beach. Here we are, before a trip to Old Navy to buy new bathing suits. The last time we went swimming was a year ago in Budapest. The bathing suit Jacob is wearing is a 3T. Nicholas doesn’t have one because his was size 18 months. They look a little silly standing next to each other.
Unfortunately, except for a few times like this, all our days here were spent house hunting. We’ll return to do some more exploring once there is less heat, traffic and tourists.