Sitting on the shore of the Atlantic with Melissa and Pam at a picnic table at a cafe. Drinking a Bulmers, which, ps is the best beverage ever (right next to Guinness of course). Tim is currently sitting to the left of me, holding a wool sock next to his shorts exclaiming how he looks like a sheep.
May I just interject that the morning hike was BEAUTIFUL.
We started out with an ascent that really wasn't all that bad-we soon came to a flat part that took us through a gravel road. We were in a valley, and all around us, was green lushness. There was no bad view, I don't care if you were only 3 inches tall. From certain angles we could see the ocean-very small of course, and that is presently where we are. There was no shortage of wildlife, with sheep all around.
The last stretch of the hike before our lunch break was through a moist area of vegetation that featured alot of horse poop. Beth took the inaugural first spill, and on a more halarious note, Kevin and Tim did step right into two large piles. Oh well, I suppose worse things have happenned.
Right in front of me is the Atlantic-visable through two peaks off in the distance. There is a very 1970s-looking van sitting in front of us advertising surf lessons, but I gather the water is a wee bit chilly, since there is an assortment of wet suits hanging outside of the van.
The sand on the beach is def darker than it is on the Jersey shore...perhaps after lunch we will waddle down to the water-until then, we will continue with conversations about our dad's names and how to dry pants.
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