B is for Beach

B is for Beach

Many of my favorite adventures revolve around the beach.  I think my first beach trip was when I was less than six months old.  When I was young my mom would set my playpen under the pier in Palm Beach or Lake Worth so I would stay out of the sun.  She would then slather me down with Coppertone and I enjoyed the sound of the waves, the smell of the beach, and the breeze.

Since the first time I went to the beach it was love at first sight.  I still love the beach and each trip means rest, reading, and seafood. If I am anywhere there is a beach I am going to check it out.  I have never been disappointed by one yet....well...that is not quite true.  I went to Hawaii with my BFF Mary on her 50th birthday and we went to see Wiamau Bay.  I was so excited...because my life dream was to surf it.....and The Pipeline.....when we got there....our tour guide told us where we were....and the sea was as flat as a mirror.....and I was major league let down.  Wiamau only has large waves in the winter.  How sad.....oh well.  In 2009 I took Mary with me to Wales, Ireland and England for St. Paddy's Day....we stopped at a beach in Wales....and even in the cold....we loved that beach.

This past Thanksgiving, since my family had had a rough couple of years with the death of many family members we decided to all gather at the beach....courtesy of my cousin Amanda who rented a house for 17 of us on 31-A in the Watercolor area.  We loved it.  There was a house with three bedrooms and two baths....and a gatehouse attached with two bedrooms, two baths, a game area....and it housed us all comfortably.  We had a blast. 

This was the gang, we ate a huge meal with Ramona's in-laws, shopped, played at the beach, enjoyed time with each other, sang, ate some more, played cards, read, rested....it was a wonderful time at the Beach.