The thing about the Bahamas is that it’s a short, extremely affordable jaunt from the mainland US—a mere hour if you’re in Atlanta, a couple if you’re up in New England. So how people can go back to the beaches of say, Florida, after experiencing this sort of paradise is beyond me when it’s essentially the same distance and expense (if not cheaper).
You don’t find pristine snow-white sands, a mix of translucent blue and emerald green water warm enough to bathe in, coral beds teeming with such diverse life around every corner anywhere on the Eastern Seaboard.
I don’t know about you, but I find sandbars mesmerizing. Maybe it’s because you know that no one else will ever be on this exact formation where you currently stand, as the moment the tide comes in, the sand will shift and be buried beneath the ocean once more.
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| Sand Dollars <3 |
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| Electric blue Bahamian concoction, heavy on the rum, light on the mixture. |
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| I'll be back !! |
GOOD BYE, XOXO
*smooch*
