Saturday, May 2nd....part 2:
It was another gorgeous morning in Orlando, with nothing but sparkly sunshine

as we made our way to Daytona via the I4. The drive was fairly uneventful, save for some construction issues in certain sections, and a small back-up next to a vehicle pulled off on the side of the road (paramedics were performing CPR on someone who was laid out on the ground, while a young pregnant woman stood by....our hearts broke for them

).
And then, we were here:
Arriving at the beach itself, we secured a parking spot behind one of the gift shops that was right along the beach for $10. After paying the attendant and securely locking up the car, we opted for a stroll first and swimming later, so we headed in the direction of the pier.
When we visited Daytona for the first time last August, it was so oppressively hot (well over 100 degrees) that we didn’t bother to walk the length of the pier, instead seeing out shade from the sun and the cooling relief of the ocean waves. With a much, much more moderate day on this May day, it was nice to be able to enjoy the views from the pier’s end.
It was
very breezy oceanside (oooohhhh, my poor hair!

), and noticeably cooler than in Orlando....by probably at least 5 degrees. There were big waves as a result, and we were surprised that we didn’t see more surfers taking advantage of this gorgeous Saturday (though the beach itself was noticeably busier than the day we visited last August......which surprised me a little, when it was substantially cooler and no humidity. I would have thought that hotter, sticker weather would drive more people to the beach, but what do I know?).
After completing our little walk-about of the pier and surrounding area, we grabbed our swimwear from the car, changed in the change rooms by the pier, then staked out our place on the sand. We sprayed our pasty white northern bodies liberally with Banana Boat SPF 100 sunscreen, then headed down to the water to get wet.
Brrrrrrrrr!

Maybe not! The sun was nice and warm, but the water? Not so much!
Okay, perhaps that’s why there weren’t many surfers out catching a wave. Good Canadians that we are, we’ve been known to swim in some pretty chilly waters, but this was a bit too cold even for us northerners. We got up to our knees, but that was it......and you know, though, that was enough

. It was marvellous to just be there.......breathing in the fresh salty air, listening to the waves, feeling that beautiful breeze whipping our hair around (okay, whipping MY hair around....my Steve-o doesn’t have enough to muss up). It was so peaceful and relaxing and special just to walk along the shore, holding hands, soaking up the sun and all those warm, fuzzy feelings of spending uninterrupted, quiet time together.
Eventually we made our way back to "our spot” on the beach, and stretched out our towels to soak up some southern rays.
Steve enjoyed a nap, while I lay and watch the waves crash in. After our hectic day yesterday, this was just what the doctor ordered. Vacation relaxation at its finest.
It was after two o'clock when our stomachs finally signaled that our breakfasts had started to wear off. Noting that we were starting to turn rather pink (which was sure to change to red as the sun set.....why do burns always get worse after dark?) we decided it was time to peel ourselves off the sand and head off in search of lunch.
We changed back into street clothes, tossed our swimwear in the car, and set off on foot en route to Steve's choice in lunch restaurants.
Hog Heaven is next.