Destin is a popular spring break and summer vacation spot for Americans, but it truly is a hidden gem to the rest of the world. The Emerald Coast gets its name from the sugar white sand and impossibly beautiful shades of emerald of the water it shares with the Bahamas. The sand is so soft that it literally squeaks when you walk on it. Although it takes me 8 hours and two planes to get from one side of the continent to the next, the following photos speak for themselves when I say it is completely worth it. Between the gorgeous beaches and the charming southern influence from their Northern neighbors, Destin takes the cake over West Palm any day.
After developing a massive pimple from dry air and dehydration on my two plane rides, I landed in Pensacola. The Fort Walton Beach (VPS) airport is undoubtedly closer to Destin than the Pensacola airport, but I decided to be cheap and difficult and fly into Pensacola instead to save a few hundred. My sister rewarded me by making me wait at the airport for an hour after landing because she ‘didn’t realize it was that far from her place’. It was midnight by the time we got home and we called it a night to prepare for our version of Spring Break week in Destin.
Our first morning was off to a slow start as Danelle had contractors in her house for the better half of the day. We planned to go down to the harbour walk and have a chill morning down by the water when we got a phone call from her friend Priscilla; ‘ cancel your plans, were going sailing’. Priscilla is Costa Rican and persistent, but we didn’t need much convincing to ditch our plans and join her out on the water. We went to Bric à Brac, a funky bar by the harbour, to meet up with Priscilla and the captain of the boat, Fernando, who also happens to own Bric à Brac with his twin brother. We spent the whole afternoon out on the water where I lathered my impossibly white skin up with SPF 700 and parked my ass on the front of the sailboat. We played a fun little game where we tried to avoid getting our asses knocked off the boat by the swinging sail. After a tough day out on the water, we hung out at home and made prn tacos for dinner.
Danelle and I spent the morning in Seaside, one of my favorite beach communities in the area. On Tuesdays, they have a farmers market in the town square and for anyone who knows me, a farmers market is basically all I need to be happy wherever I am in the world. Seaside also has food trucks lined up along the beach. Danelle and I shared a fresh carrot, beet and ginger juice and a vegan hummus wrap at a food truck called Raw & Juicy. It was probably the only healthy food truck in the area, using organic ingredients and offering many vegan options.
We rented kayaks at the harbour from Luther's that afternoon and kayaked out to Crab Island where my hangover from the night before hit me around 1pm. The strong current was bringing in nasty jellyfish that felt like electric shocks every few minutes, so between that and my afternoon hangover, I spent the majority of the time laying in kayak, watching Danelle and her friends drink and be merry. For our last dinner of the trip, we went down the harbour to Jackacunas. They have a sushi bar that was also pretty phenomenal. Fernando met us for dinner and Priscilla joined us later for a walk along the harbour, where we spent the majority of the time dodging cockroaches and gawking at the amazing yachts.