Life’s a Beach

I see two things that really remind me I’m having a good beach vacation: I didn’t pack any socks and I don’t know how many times I’ve showered. Time is also of little importance. We haven’t kept track of the time very much except by the heat of the sun. We’re winding up our last day here with a trip to the zoo (hopefully some swimming after that) and everybody is disappointed we can’t stay longer. When preparing for the trip, you wonder what you’ll do for a week. Then when the last day comes, you wonder where all the time went.

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