Let me tell you about the Gulf before the oil spill. For decades Panama City Beach, Florida was my sanctuary. To this day I can sit in my room in Los Angeles, CA and remember what the air smelled like; salt, seaweed, and sulfur – and if my mom was around – Ban de Sole coconut oil. Some might think these are unpleasant smells mixed together, but to this day if I smell anything similar my heart rate plummets to a relaxing thud and I’ll smile.
I was two weeks old when I first went to Panama City Beach. My parents took me in the ocean from the very beginning and because of that I was never afraid. Instead my parents’ challenge was to instill a healthy respect, as I would go swimming out…Read Full Article on Celsias
(Picture: Sunset from my grandparents’ balcony)