By Patti Nickell
From Tribune News Service
As a beach-loving traveler, I have seen a lot of sand in my time. The pearl-pink sands of Bermuda and the charcoal black sands of Hawaii. The dunes of Cape Cod and the golden stretches of the Cote d’Azur.
But I can truthfully say that I have never seen more beautiful beaches than those sugar white expanses of the Florida Panhandle. For nearly 250 miles, the beaches border an aquamarine stretch of the Gulf of Mexico that has earned it the nickname Emerald Riviera.
As fond as I am of beaches, however, I love history and culture just as much. And in the panhandle of Florida, that means Pensacola….