I'd go back in a heartbeat.
Our extended family meets every other year at Pawleys Island, SC. We rent a house. AND we laugh.
People that want a vacation full of thrills and excitement wouldn't like this. We go to the beach, to the kitchen, to the porch, to the beach, to the kitchen, and back to the beach....you get the idea we don't do anything except enjoy each other's company. We play games, we visit, we read, we listen to music.
One morning I was picking up shark's teeth at the water's edge. Mary Michael asked me what I was doing. I told her. With awe she announced, "Nana must be the shark tooth fairy." I told her I was going to put that fact on my resume. I think it has a nice ring to it.
Island life is a fluid existence. Each family has one night to cook for the entire flock....breakfast and lunch are foraged in the bulging refrigerator. Snacking starts at about 9:00 a.m. 15 people living in harmony and laughter....oh, it's fun.
One crazy day I had fudge and wheat thins for lunch. I didn't write it down for Weight Watchers. I was embarrassed but it was a great combination.
It's a simple time full of joy.
No one is in charge.
Mary Michael pitched a hissy fit on the eve before we left for home. She didn't want to leave "her" beach. The rest of us felt the same way. We just didn't act on how we were feeling or we would have been right there with her--howling at the super moon and dancing the dance of the waves.
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