So, we went on vacation to the Outer Banks in August.
We took two days to drive there so we could take a small side trip to Monticello in Charlottesville. I’ve wanted to see the home TJ designed. You know, see his digs. We did.
It’s a show stopper. The entire estate, from the siting, to the gardens, to the plan, to the home is stunning. He is a mastermind. Maybe even a freak.
Then we buckled down and drove the rest of the way. We figured it’d be about 4 hours.
It ended up being 8 hours. It was an odyssey of 97 degree weather, no air conditioning and stifling traffic. Note to self: Get there next year on Friday nite instead of Saturday. That equals one extra day at the beach!
The beach vacation is a long family tradition. Requirements are: big beach house very close to the beach, a house-ful of friends and/or family, swimming and walking during the day, cocktail hour and dinner at home every night. The only decisions to make are:
- To swim in the ocean or to swim in the pool
- What to have for cocktails
- Which book to read next
- What color souvenir tshirt to buy
Everything else pretty much motors along by itself. Each family in the group cooks a meal for one night. The party planners pick the cocktail to go with the dinner.
I’m sure it sounds boring. Let me assure you, I am in my bliss at the beach. I love the water. I love walking on the beach. I absolutely love the joy of “being” while I’m at the beach. It doesn’t really matter what I’m doing, as long as I’m there.
See ya’ll on the beach next year!