Extended Stay America - Jacksonville - Riverwalk
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We woke up, went straight to the coffee machine, ate breakfast and showered. Uncle Rob was working, so we packed our things up quietly and prepared some road trip snacks. We had to leave at 11am in order to get to Jacksonville Airport by 12noon to drop our rental car off and pick our new one up. So I packed some chicken sandwiches for Aaron and I made a chicken salad so we didn't have to stop for lunch.
We sadly say ...
A late morning wake up around 8:30am, however Aaron was up much earlier and was already out watching the news. I enjoyed a coffee in bed prior to breakfast and showering. Uncle Rob returned to work today, so we decided to run some errands. We had to get to the post office and post some documents home for our passport applications, and post Amy's belated birthday present and some articles of clothing ...
... town. We got home and relaxed for the afternoon before heading out at low tide (around 6:30-7pm) to go shark tooth hunting.
We get to the beach and begin our shark tooth hunting experience, the beginning of our hunting was dry and we weren’t having much luck, however uncle Rob found the first one. It was a weird brown shark tooth, and after seeing what it looked like it was much easier to know what I was looking ...
... as several alligators swimming in the water.
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My very first weekend in Florida, fresh off the plane from Australia with a wicked case of jet-lag, I was staying with Mari and Jon in Melbourne before heading up to start labwork in Jacksonville. Mari and some of her coworkers took me out for Mexican dinner one evening, as authentic Mexican food is a fairly challenging thing to find in Australia, or at least ...
... time to escape to the ocean. (And the sand, and that deck on the lawn that always left me with splinters in my knees….) It wasn’t usually a quiet escape, because beach days were usually family affairs. But then, sometimes it was quiet. Those of us older grandchildren will remember spending nights or even weeks at “Camp Grandma”, sleeping on the blue fold out bed, waking up with the sunrise, exploring her old books and pictures, walks and swimming, private ...