I grew up in the city. I am a proud city girl.
I have settled in a coastline state where tourists crowd the highways every weekend from Memorial Day to Labor Day to visit our beaches.
I don’t understand the fascination, intrigue or point of these trips.
On my first trip to the beach, I found the water full of jellyfish, had to corral toddlers and got sand in my pants!! As a matter of fact, the sand loved us so much; it joined us in the car, home and remained in the washing machine for weeks!
Ewwwwww . . . scrubbing down toddlers and endless (pointless) vacuuming of my car and sand that never seemed to go away makes me not a beach lover.
Maybe I did it wrong.