During the whirlwind that was our home purchase back in February, one thing that we ended up sacrificing was a real summer vacation this year. And when I say real, what I mean is beach. The scent of saltwater mixed with Coppertone and a whiff of piña colada transports me from the hectic pace of DC life to tan and carefree bliss.
In retrospect, I think we could have stretched our budget and squeezed in a mini sun-and-sand getaway, but that would have pushed our comfort zone. So until next summer, memories of past beach escapes will have to sustain me. Here are three of my favorites:
What’s that old saying? Life’s a beach…and then you die?
P.S. I picked up this gorgeous postcard while in San Francisco. For them, life’s a wave.
Older posts about the beach: