You know, Rosemary Beach sounded like a good idea, until I looked at the prices. Shocking!

Even the dumpy things at St. George and Mexico Beach are really frigging ridiculous, and in off season too! A freaking cinderblock SHACK on the beach that is nothing bigger than a...a....toilet rents in offseason for a thousand dollars. The nerve. The utter. nerve. I'm so distraught, I've lost the ability to punctuate. Or think lucidly on the subject. Oughtn't there to be some sort of nostalgic moratorium on beach rate rentals rising? Some weird sort of rent fixing like they do in New York...whatever it is in your childhood, it is through your adulthood. Ah, if only I could make that work!

If I thought I could talk him into it, we'd do a beach tour by tent (in some ways, I am my mother's daughter. I think NOTHING of public campgrounds as long as there is a hot shower and I can carry however unlawfully at the moment) of all the beaches up and down the coast. Car camp.

Interestingly, I have learned that if I wanted to, I could rent a converted chapel at an old abandoned village (now a converted fishing camp), a newly built town modeled entirely on the architecture of the Carribean (not the town itself, you understand, but an enormous amount of things within the town...expensive things), several condos with boat slips (and some with boats included! the trust people have!)

I hate it when my sense of capitalism and my sense of nostaliga collide. It hurts.