We took a trip west and visited Carillon Beach, a little bit of the Bahamas right in Florida's panhandle. The houses all look like this...caribbean colored siding wrapped in white porches. It's a master-planned community. Master-planned to maintain the small caribbean beach town feel. Golf carts drive the streets and shaded pathways connect the streets. 
We walked around, from the shops in the front, to the sand in the back. Until we could really feel the 98 degrees and 98 percent humidity.
Then, we took these hot, tired kids back to the sand. And the water.
Another great day at the beach. Sadly, our last! We are sure going to miss PCB. And Mimi. And Mai Tai. Going home is no fun.
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