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2. Mermaid Cottages, Tybee Island
There is plenty of lodging on Tybee Island, but the colorful Mermaid Cottages have quirky, retro charm. Among the offerings, which rent from $165 to $525 a night, are the beach homes of celebrities like chef Paula Deen and author Mary Kay Andrews.
Destination: Rosemary Beach, Florida
Don’t be fooled by the cobblestone streets, quaint town square, and Spanish–and West Indies–inspired cottages; Rosemary Beach was developed just 20 years ago.
Surf Song Bed & Breakfast
Known as Savannah’s Beach, Tybee Island is located eighteen miles east of the city on the Atlantic Ocean. For many visitors, the action is centered on South Beach, site of the Tybee Pier and Pavilion and steps away from the souvenir shops, casual eateries, and frozen daiquiri bars lining lively Tybrisa and Strand streets.
Getaway: Beaufort, North Carolina
First, let’s get the Beaufort/Beaufort confusion out of the way. Beaufort (pronounced “Bew-furt”), South Carolina, is a perfectly fine town—but not our destination this time. I prefer to head up the coast to Beaufort (pronounced “Bo-furt”), North Carolina, for an experience entirely different from the barrier islands south of Charleston: no palm trees, golf courses, or Lowcountry cuisine here.
Back to the Beach: St. Simons Island
It’s the little things that matter most on a weekend escape to the largest of Georgia’s enchanting Golden Isles.
Gulf Shores and Orange Beach
Sky-high luxury quarters and a decidedly down-to-earth vibe—experience the best of both worlds on Alabama’s Gulf Coast.
Spotlight on Seaside
Combining Main Street U.S.A charm with inspired design and civic planning, this picture-perfect Florida community charms with pastel cottages and sugar-white beaches.
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Summer Fun in Georgia
Don't wait for adventure to find you this summer. This guide to summer in Georgia will help you drive, dive, slide, glide, paddle, climb, and fly head-first into all the excitement of this extraordinary season.
Searching for zen in Costa Rica
You know those “moments” that the travel industry promises if you just hop on a plane and get to an exotic beach? Those moments of existential bliss, of zen-like relaxation, possible (we’re told) only by traveling great distances and coughing up great gouts of cash? I don’t have those moments. At least I didn’t until one rainy afternoon on the west coast of Costa Rica.
Cape San Blas will rekindle your love for the Florida Panhandle
“Well,” I said to my husband, “I don’t think I have ever dined out looking so grubby in my life—but I don’t remember when I last felt this relaxed.” With another swig from a bottle of PBR, I leaned back in the wooden bench on the wide front porch of Indian Pass Trading Post and listened as Kerry James, whose sun-streaked hair and leathered skin testified to decades of beach bumming, belted his way through “Sweet Caroline.”
