I was talking to my parents today about how *funny* it is that I finally decided to start blogging after all of these years of them egging me on to do so. It’s even *funnier* that I’m focusing a lot on travel blogging now when I’m not traveling nearly as much or to as many places as I did in high school and college.
It’s 3:44AM and we’re sitting at a Maryland rest stop with my mom snoring next to me.
One of my favorite adventures and most memorable hikes on this trip – which may be because it was our few hours of rain respite – was hiking Sleeping Giant. The mountain got its name from a legend where a giant lay to rest and has yet to be woken.
So the only way to remedy this sad feeling inside of me was to obviously blast the Pop Punk’s Not Dead playlist on Spotify, plan my future line up, and reminisce on some of my favorite concerts, which I decided to share with all of you.
Just a 45 minute drive from sunny St. Petersburg sits the Hillsborough River State Park. With miles of trails, a calm river, mangy mosquitos, and a green luscious canopy, it is safe to say we crossed the invisible but ever present ‘Central Florida’ border.
This wasn’t like the other larger, state known, festivals we’ve been to, (Florida State Fair and the Strawberry Festival) it truly felt like a small town fair. With free parking in one lot and the fields being taken over by a children’s climbing wall, tire swings, a dunk tank, a few vendors, BBQ style food trucks, and County Line Produce as their backdrop, this was a true small town event.
While I may not look as cool as others and it’s a hassle to pack up, I’ve made my definitive list of what is an absolute must while going to the beach.
I know this isn’t really something to travel to but it gives you a taste of adventure in your own town while most borders are still locked down due to COVID-19.
I brought my boyfriend to his first Virginia farm festival and I was not disappointed. The second you cross the farm line you can feel fall coursing through your veins, craving apple cider donuts, hot chocolate, and eyeing the best pumpkin in the patch.
I have swam at the Gandy beach, eaten grouper, spent the day at Disney, drank at the sandbar but in the two years I have lived in Florida, I have yet to see an alligator in the wild. So this raises the question is, am I true Floridian? Not yet.