For the most part, I'm most often wishful about England. I spend most days dreaming I was walking along the Thames, or grabbing a bite at a pub or just seeing a show on the West End. However, just about this time each year - spring time right before it gets all scorching hot and too humid to even think about going outside, I start dreaming about the beach.
I have always liked going to the beach, but it's never really been my go to travel destination. I'd much rather visit huge cities or historic towns than spend hours upon hours rotating between sitting in the sticky sand and bouncing in the waves. It's fun in small doses but after a few hours I'm done. I think it may have something to do with growing up so close to Ocean City, MD. It's within a 3 hours drive so it wasn't a HUGE deal when we picked up and made the trip, unlike someone living in landlocked Iowa, for example.
But, contrary to today's 30 degree temperatures, yesterday's 80 degree temps made me long for some sun, sand and surf. I'm craving a good book, a comfy beach chair and some serious sun to give some color to these ghost white legs of mine. I want to jump into the waves and not freeze when I do so - though it's usually a pre-requisite in the chilly Atlantic. Then I want to hit the boards and scarf down some Boog's BBQ & lemonade and top it all off with some Fisher's Popcorn and Dumser's Ice Cream. (I never said it was a healthy fantasy).
Come June, Coastal Highway will be inundated with senior weekers, bike weekers and family vacationers, thus making it a bit more overly-crowded and a lot less fun. But for now, the beach is the perfect escape for summer dreamers.
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