Flo Rida

30A is a serious bike-about town, with its generous bike path and flat terrain, our only mode of transportation was on two wheels.  While I am not normally a planned community type of girl {I like a little grit and sultry urban-ness}, these resort towns draw me back every year.  I am certain it is the lack of cheap souvenir shops with sharks protruding from the facade and towering condo buildings mucking up the natural landscapes.  With its lush dunes, you can barely see the mansions protruding from the shore *wink, wink*.   Ahhh, I can almost still smell the jasmine and rosemary....