Its a known fact that I am a sea-crazy woman and the man loves his canyons. With our varying tastes, no wonder we travel so much all through the year. Last year was no exception. We decided to end the year by the sea. Well, almost !
Too many pending travelogues to pen down, and I keep pushing them and pushing them, till I am already on yet another trip. I had just logged onto my system, after adding a healthy dose of heavy cream to the Dal Makhni on the stove top. The idea was to pen down about something from the kitchen. But after I read a lovely travelogue by a fellow blogger, about revisiting Darjeeling, I was bitten by the travel bug too.
I started typing away about Revisiting the Gulf of Mexico. After Florida, Mexico, Mississippi, this time I had been to Alabama and Florida again, but this time it was the Florida Panhandle. Gulf Shore and Pensacola Beach. Blame it on the cravings of a woman, but I had been honestly driving the man crazy, for a time by the sea. Our last holiday was in New England, for the Fall Colors, so it was my turn to choose a holiday. And in my plans, the sea, always has to feature, even if it means ,sub zero temperatures and gusty winds. So it was, we packed our bags, and started driving. Driving on from the Midwest, down South, to where the seas are blue and the sands are whitey white.
We had been facing heavy snow in Kansas City,so the drive to the Gulf Shore made all the more sense. The sound of the waves seemed to take all our travel weariness away. The beach was not at all crowded,which was a welcome change from Miami or Cozumel. We lazed around, as if there was no tomorrow. Even hubby caught up with some reading.
After some time in the sun, the jackets came off, and we walked towards the water. Mind you, it was sub zero temps, but we had to get to the water. That's the reason why we had driven insanely for so many miles.
It was a tad chilly, as an afterthought, but I wasn't complaining, Some splashing around, and some more splashing around followed.
The Gulls were holding quite a gathering around our belongings. Maybe they were eyeing the Wasabi Peas in my beach bag !
The palm trees were swaying with the wind as we continued to laze around.
We were hungry for some fresh sea food. The sea air makes everyone super hungry. So we ordered up a mini feast. Oyster Rocker feller to start with.
Crab Cakes without any ounce of fillers. All that my teeth sunk into were pure blue-crab meat.With some hot mustard, it was heaven. It was rustic and super good. I could have easily polished off a couple of more such helpings, but the main course awaited us.
The piece de resistance: A basket of Blackened Gulf Shrimps. A handful of thick French fries, some horseradish mayo, to dunk it all in, and not to forget a generous squeeze of some fresh lime. We hardly spoke to each other, as we polished off our individual baskets. We were stuffed literally, both psychologically and tummy wise.
With our tummies full, we drove down to Pensacola Beach for a lovely sunset. The sun played spoil sport and went down earlier than usual.
So we strolled along the pier !!! The setting sun had almost cast a spell on the dark blue sea.
Debated whether we should join the kiddies and take some rides.
The moonlight created magic on the dark sea waters! What more could could I want. The silvery gleam on the roaring waves, the magical lights of the pier and my man !!! A super romantic day by the sea !!
Too many pending travelogues to pen down, and I keep pushing them and pushing them, till I am already on yet another trip. I had just logged onto my system, after adding a healthy dose of heavy cream to the Dal Makhni on the stove top. The idea was to pen down about something from the kitchen. But after I read a lovely travelogue by a fellow blogger, about revisiting Darjeeling, I was bitten by the travel bug too.
I started typing away about Revisiting the Gulf of Mexico. After Florida, Mexico, Mississippi, this time I had been to Alabama and Florida again, but this time it was the Florida Panhandle. Gulf Shore and Pensacola Beach. Blame it on the cravings of a woman, but I had been honestly driving the man crazy, for a time by the sea. Our last holiday was in New England, for the Fall Colors, so it was my turn to choose a holiday. And in my plans, the sea, always has to feature, even if it means ,sub zero temperatures and gusty winds. So it was, we packed our bags, and started driving. Driving on from the Midwest, down South, to where the seas are blue and the sands are whitey white.
We had been facing heavy snow in Kansas City,so the drive to the Gulf Shore made all the more sense. The sound of the waves seemed to take all our travel weariness away. The beach was not at all crowded,which was a welcome change from Miami or Cozumel. We lazed around, as if there was no tomorrow. Even hubby caught up with some reading.
After some time in the sun, the jackets came off, and we walked towards the water. Mind you, it was sub zero temps, but we had to get to the water. That's the reason why we had driven insanely for so many miles.
It was a tad chilly, as an afterthought, but I wasn't complaining, Some splashing around, and some more splashing around followed.
The Gulls were holding quite a gathering around our belongings. Maybe they were eyeing the Wasabi Peas in my beach bag !
The palm trees were swaying with the wind as we continued to laze around.
We were hungry for some fresh sea food. The sea air makes everyone super hungry. So we ordered up a mini feast. Oyster Rocker feller to start with.
Crab Cakes without any ounce of fillers. All that my teeth sunk into were pure blue-crab meat.With some hot mustard, it was heaven. It was rustic and super good. I could have easily polished off a couple of more such helpings, but the main course awaited us.
The piece de resistance: A basket of Blackened Gulf Shrimps. A handful of thick French fries, some horseradish mayo, to dunk it all in, and not to forget a generous squeeze of some fresh lime. We hardly spoke to each other, as we polished off our individual baskets. We were stuffed literally, both psychologically and tummy wise.
With our tummies full, we drove down to Pensacola Beach for a lovely sunset. The sun played spoil sport and went down earlier than usual.
So we strolled along the pier !!! The setting sun had almost cast a spell on the dark blue sea.
Debated whether we should join the kiddies and take some rides.
The moonlight created magic on the dark sea waters! What more could could I want. The silvery gleam on the roaring waves, the magical lights of the pier and my man !!! A super romantic day by the sea !!
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