I’ll never forget the first time I traveled South. A Spring Break during my sophomore year of college. It would be my very first almost-adult road trip. My friend and I decided on a whim to jump into her car and head to her aunt’s place in St. Pete Beach, Florida. The midwest was still knee deep in snow, so without hesitation we drove off on our 17 hour excursion, the blustery scenery slowly disappearing in the rearview mirror. When I finally stepped onto the beautiful sandy beach it was with a deep sense of knowing that I had been there before. Perhaps only in my dreams, but I knew I would return one day. I did. You can read more about that here.