The hotel where we stayed in St. Augustine is located in the downtown area, putting us within walking distance of shops, restaurants and museums. To get to the beach meant to drive to one, but luckily the hotel has an arrangement with a resort on Ponte Vedra Beach. For a small fee, we were shuttled to the resort on Wednesday to access its private beach and pool. The pool was lovely, though I had never been to a beach made up entirely of shells.
As beautiful as it was to look at, the shells were harsh on bare feet!
(I’m totally thinking of Marcel the Shell with Shoes on.)
Naturally the boys loved it despite the shards of shells digging into their skin. We went to the beach with our homeschooling friends, so while the kids frolicked, Tracie and I lounged.
Typical Jack… shorts falling down, doesn’t even notice… or care.
Even more typical Jack… in his own world.
Ponte Vedra Beach is really quite beautiful despite its “sand.”
For dinner that night we went to a local pub where we had the entire back room to ourselves. They had cider on tap, so I was sold immediately! With the kids at one end of the table and the adults at the other, we lost a few hours to lots of laughs with good company.
While Chuck was busy with work stuff, the boys and I spent time with another homeschooling family who also tagged along on the trip to Florida. We took the kiddos to the Pirate & Treasure Museum one afternoon, and then we went on our own to the Alligator Farm. The boys were wildly excited about both.
Pictures weren’t allowed inside the Pirate museum (it was poor lighting anyway), but I did manage to snap a few. As part of the self-guided tour, visitors were encouraged to take part in a scavenger hunt. (The “pirates” in the glass boxes were creepy.)
The boys each got a small souvenir – Jeremy, a compass, and Jackson, a foam sword.
Jack spent the rest of the afternoon holding his sword in the attack position – even in the hotel elevator.
A couple of days later we went to the Alligator Farm, which boasts more than a century of caring for swamp creatures. The boys love, love, loved it. I endured it.
Was he hot, or did we look like lunch?
Jeremy ran right up to pet the baby gator. Jackson and I stood back and watched.
They look hungry.
And they were!
Since I toured the gator farm with the boys, I made them tour the St. Augustine Lighthouse – which was right across the street – with me.
Still more to come!
We arrived in St. Augustine on Monday evening, just as the sun was starting to set. It had been a long day of driving. We were hungry and needed to check in to the hotel, but the boys had never seen the ocean and we didn’t want them to wait another second.
Jeremy ran straight to the ocean. Jackson didn’t want to get eaten by crabs.
So Chuck carried him through the gate and tried to set him down on the beach that way.
It was really quite hilarious.
After major convincing and scouring the sand for little white crabs that weren’t there, Jackson finally put his feet on the ground. Jeremy wasted no time exploring and we stayed by the ocean as long as the sunlight would let us.
More to come.
We experienced the freedom of homeschooling this past week as we packed our books and tagged along with Chuck on a training trip to Florida. Prior to last Monday night, the boys had never seen the ocean or felt sand beneath their feet. Since homeschool attendance has no limits on geographic location, we couldn’t resist.
Here are the boys doing some book work before heading to the Pirate and Treasure Museum in St. Augustine.
I have 300 photos to sort through, so check back later for many more. For now, I’ll leave you with the most awesome picture of two very happy boys and the Atlantic Ocean.
After a quick tour of the lighthouse in St. Augustine, Jeremy references the canopy of trees over the parking lot.
“Look, Mom,” he says, pointing upward. “British moths!”
“You mean Spanish Moss,” I say.
“Yeah, that’s what I meant.”
We also visited the Alligator Farm and the Pirate & Treasure Museum. This makes homeschooling well worth the while.
I could’ve done without the snakes, though.