Last morning on the beach. I do always end up with my hair wind blown, it seems. I could get used to this.
And tonight, Andrew is glowing. (Yes, we came back. And yes, we got the same table. We can't stop giggling. What a day. Books. Beach. Walking. Napping feels like vaca.)
Going retro. Headed to quiet places & traveling with a real, paper map. (I have to admit, folding an iPhone is easier but this is more fun.)