St. Augustine Beaches Day 3 and Deli Food

We might have gotten a slow start out the door and may have enjoyed the wonderful ocean view from our condo balcony...

And then it started pouring. The clouds had held it in so long that they finally decided that the rain needed to be released and it dumped. We listened to it for awhile before we were made aware that up north, it was clear. So we packed up the rental van with a few extra children from the other families joining us, and made our way one hour north to St. Augustine Beach. 

We parked our booties on some smooth sand and watched the kids play in the water and make sandcastles. Sand is messy. It gets everywhere. I have to say, I might prefer the pool. Since we might have arrived quite near lunch time, I headed to a grocery store just across the way and grabbed some deli sandwiches and snacks. Once back at the ocean, the rest of the party realized they needed food and decided to grab some seafood at a local restaurant. We stayed and watched all humans under age 18 enjoy the water and the ocean.

After said humans were showered off and ready to get out of the sun, we headed south to another beach known for shark teeth. The search was on for some, while others simply enjoyed the waves, and some rather enjoyed the people watching. The weather was warming up for sure and it was evident that some in the party were not applying sunscreen as thoroughly as needed. Some red skin was peaking through and some was simply covered up by now in the hopes that the sun wouldn't find it.

One short drive back over the bridge led us to the historical town of St. Augustine  - founded way back in 1565 - where some small streets with no cars led us to shops and souvenirs galore. The kids had fun wandering around and exploring as the sun was beginning to set. The area wasn't too crowded which was nice considering that only half or so were wearing masks. We tend to be more overcautious than we might need to be. 

We learned a little about the history of the town as we were trying to find a place to hang out. There's a Slave Market on the map. That was shocking and disturbing. Albeit historical, but sad nonetheless. 

Ice cream was found. People were happy. 

The hour drive south to Daytona was filled with giggling voices playing "Mafia" in the back of the van. A throwback sound to our own girls being little and silly in the car on trips. Nostalgic to say the least. They grow old too fast. 

There was talk about adding an adult to the bottom of this tower, but a trip to the ER didn't sound like the best way to end the day.