There are two things I remember from this trip as a child. One good, one awful. The awful thing was the sand gnats. I remember them and it makes me squeamish. They were all over the beaches. But even though I was a little kid, I remember he rich history. There were the ruins of a house that was built entirely of sea shells for the walls. It was unreal. I remember seeing houses I think from the revolutionary war that still had cannon balls in their walls. It was cool