Last week I had the great privilege of joining my family in Florida for a few days of respite over my children’s spring break. As a native Alabamian, I spent most all of my childhood vacations on the Florida Panhandle. Southerners always refer to this magical area of the gulf as the “real Florida.” I’m not sure if that’s true, but having visited many other beach towns throughout Florida as an adult, I can attest to what a truly special place it is. And while my almost 12 years in Maine have cultivated a real appreciation for the New England coast, my heart will always lie on that patch of County Road 30A, where the beaches are as white as sugar and soft as baby powder.
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