If I
could tap my heels together like Dorothy and say, “There's no place
like [the beach], there's no place like [the beach],” and be
magically whisked away to my personal sandy paradise, I would in an
instant. I would toss my glittered heals in haste yet savor the
stroll to the boundary where waves lap the sandy shore.
There
is something about that first moment back on the beach after a long
absence. My kids feel it too and the beach has become a favorite
vacation.
We spent a stint in Knoxville, Tennessee for my husband's
work. Charleston is five hours away and the closest beach so we made
a weekend trip to this lovely Southern city and its beautiful
beaches. I've never lived where the beach was so “accessible” and
it was enough to make me want to relocate.
We
left around noon on Friday and rolled into Charleston around sunset,
navigating to the closest beach according to our GPS. Gorgeous. Just
thought I'd share our first moments, the twilight hour at Isle of
Palms.
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