If you step out my door and drive a short 4.5 hours in a south east-ish direction you might run into a little "village" called Surfside. Don't tell anyone about it--a small, unhurried, and relaxing beachy marvel. We got our summer ON in this simple place. I want to run away there at least 15 times a year and make multiple week-long stays in the summer.
we stayed in A-frame #4
with these fun people
Margret, Candace, Johnathon (and Lydia not pictured...yet)
we brought home 853 of these
discussed Nietzche and U2 in the sunset
practiced the ancient art of sand texting
exfoliated my Skousen legs...similar to females in Lake Wobegon, Skousen women are strong and their legs come in a nice uni-sex, one-size-fits-all-man size
used the ocean breeze to fly a kite (this is Lydia)
competed in inter tube kite flying
braved the waves
hunted for crabs
and found one
rehearsed a watery death (Tess and Lydia, inspired by Anne of Green Gables/Tennyson)
snoozed with Harry Potter
and did all thing summer in just three fabulous days
and did all thing summer in just three fabulous days
you are the daughter of the sea
you are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin. Swimmer, your body is pure as the water; cook, your blood is quick as the soil. Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth. Your eyes go out toward the water, and the waves rise; your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell; you know the deep essence of water and the earth, conjoined in you like a formula for clay.
--Pablo Neruda
*now taking reservations for friends and family beach visits
