After a quick stop in New Smyrna, we drove to Daytona for the afternoon. It was nice, and we could see how it would really come alive for Spring Break, but after living in Cancun, it was a bit lackluster.
We spent most of the afternoon swimming and playing beach volleyball. The sand was nice and the waves were good and Jay didn’t get stung by a jellyfish (even though he accidentally stepped on one). We also happened to set up near a beachfront karaoke joint which, as Jay put it, sounded like a popular hang out for American Idol rejects. However, it’s hard to argue with the sounds of people having fun.
As the sun began to set we wandered down Atlantic Ave., but quickly got tired of people wanting to take our money. I know it’s a touristy area, but I’m not a walking ATM! We headed back towards the beach hoping to find somewhere to eat. We ducked into a hotel to ask for a recommendation and they suggested a beachfront restaurant called Ocean Park. We asked about eating on the beach and we were told they couldn’t serve us on the beach, but we could take our food onto the beach if we were served on the patio. We were all set to sit down when a college kid employee started packing up the patio tables! He said the beach was closed. It certainly didn’t look closed, but if they didn’t want our business I wasn’t going to insist. We ended up at a Ruby Tuesday, which was an excellent decision. Not only was the food good, but our mojito was just about the best I’ve ever had. The only negative was that my broccoli seemed to mysteriously grow legs and walk over to Jay’s fork. The joys of being in a relationship.