The countdown is on… my toes will officially be back in the sand in a matter of days. With this imminent beach trip comes a set of traditions that follow me to almost any beach I visit… rites of beach passage, if you will. Jimmy Buffett. Local seafood. Coronas. Flip-flops or bare feet only. A ball cap. An early morning walk on the beach (before the heat and crowds arrive). I suspect that most people have their own beach traditions, many of which may be the same as my own. (Does a Corona taste as good when you’re landlocked?)
And so, it’s time to start thinking in the beach vernacular – one that is less hurried and more appreciative of the simple things in life. Cheers!
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