We missed our first flight, but ended up at the beach. So, whatever. That’s cool.
There are no photos from the beginning of our trip. Because it’s hard to take pictures when you are running and crying and missing a flight. Goodness.
But we made it. And the first beer of vacation is the best beer of all. Because vacation. And beach.
At home, the ocean is frozen and we forgot what our sidewalk looks like. Here, we run straight in. Always.