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I don't do a lot of traveling, but when I do, I try to make the most of it. Where am I? There's only one way to find out... 
Apr 18, 2006 06:00 PM A Brief Journey to Melbourne, Florida USA
My trip is over now. I recently returned from a two-week stay in Melbourne with my parents who have retired there. My mother likely would have preferred to have stayed in Virginia, but Dad loves his golf and craves the sun, so Florida it is.
This is a lovely bit of the sunrise coast, at least on the beaches. The sand is white and smooth and the waves tug at it incessantly. You will not find many shells here, however. For some reason, what little makes it to shore is usually quite crumbled by the time it gets there; unless, of course, you are fortunate enough to experience a tidal anomaly, as my sister and I did on my last day there. On a small, 50-foot stretch of sand in front of our beach chairs the ocean decided to deposit hundreds--thousands--of tiny scallops, whelks, and the like before us as if it were a carpet of mosaics. We giddily scooped up tiny treasures and plopped them into our plastic grocery bags.
The shells were, of course, lovely to look at but the sound they make as the receding tide shuffles them over the sand is like music. Someday, I plan to make a wind chime of seashells that can mimic that. In the meantime, I have the memory.
More to come. Please come back!
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