Ok, so I never reviewed the actual place where we stayed.
REVIEW:
COCOA BEACH -eh
It was ok, I guess. Having no money in a place that is 99.99% commercial will really dump on your impression of it. But it was an alright beach town. What was really terrible was Cape Canaveral. Man.
Cape Canaveral is like that boy that went to middle school with you. You remember the one; he never washed his hair and he pierced his own nipple with a safety pin. Yeah, classy. But he sank to all time trashy lows when he was caught in the boys' bathroom smoking and making out with his sister. Gross. That's Cape Canaveral.
Cocoa Beach is the sister. It's still gross that she'd kiss her brother, but in 7th grade she had the hottest body in school, so remarkably everyone forgave her; even the girls. That's Cocoa Beach. It's not the classiest place in the world, but you don't have to marry it.
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