I hate to admit it, but I’ve become a bit of a beach snob over years of travel.
Once you get used to the smooth white sand and crystal clear waters of the Caribbean, you’re spoiled forever.
It had been years since I went to a Cape Cod beach in season, but I discovered this weekend that a good Cape beach has something the Caribbean doesn’t.
As soon as I walked onto the beach, it hit me. That good, strong salt air, mixed with the scent of slathered sunscreen, and the sounds of families (ranging from, “Be careful in the water!” to “Don’t drown your sister!”)
That you don’t get in the Caribbean.
I spent some time in the water with my youngest nephew. We didn’t say much, because we didn’t have to. We were just enjoying being there.
Nice. Really nice.
(I’ll get back to you in January when I’m singing an entirely different tune.)