Beaches in March was a good escape from the rain in Atlanta. My roommate Cristina and I took the trip out here to meet a flight reward requirement and for our last trip together as roommates.
West Palm Beach was a different experience. The beach was clean and beautiful. It wasn’t crowded and it didn’t give you a spring break/ girls gone wild feel. But it was mostly retired folks or very very very rich families.
I wore the most non-family friendly bikini. . . just did not give a fuck.
Resting under the umbrella. I was trying to avoid weird tan lines but… too late.
We heard about a safari where you get to see animals in a park from your car. This was us in the car.
Found a bandana on my head. Trying to be a gangsta.
Sea shells covered the sand. It was the most interesting collection of shells. I was distracted by sand…