Vacation Day Five Part Two
June 26, 2010
Sandy sandwiches.
Gritty food.
Lips that taste like salt when you lick them.
Sandy sandwiches.
Gritty food.
Lips that taste like salt when you lick them.
Alex is on the way.
The waves are huge. Vigorous.
Maelstrom.
Tossed around.
Happy screams.
Tomorrow we will leave.
New travels to start counting down for.
Looking forward to next year.
The birth of a sand castle.
The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.
~Isak Dinesen
14 sandwiches made
3 loads of laundry done, mostly towels and bathing suits
Numerous snacks packed in several coolers
Inner tubes inflated
10,00 sq ft of skin covered in sunscreen
Several tons of gear lugged across the beach
One ton less than the beginning of the week since we have lost much of it
I said this morning that for a mother going on vacation is the same as every other day, just in a different location.
A much better location.
Early morning lollipop.
The word early being relative.
Bathing suit as clothes.
Forearm full of silly bandz. Or the generic knock-offs from CVS.
Vacation style for the preschool set.
This photo makes me laugh. Driving home from the beach like the Beverly Hillbillies.
And before anyone says anything, because Lord knows some self righteous person will email me, it is literally less than a block on a quiet road.
Fish fry. All you can eat.
Those four words are music to a teenage boy’s ears.
At an outdoor restaurant for dinner.
Live music.
Sunset.
13 kids. 6 adults.
Lots of laughter.