Wednesday June 20. 2001

on a clear day

Vacation finally caught up with us today. We spent most of the day sleeping, and John spent most of the day in pain from the sunburn on his arms and neck from the whalewatch. We woke up late morning, went to breakfast, and came back to motel room and went back to sleep. We woke up again later, watched Natural Born Killers, went out to dinner, went to beach, came back to the motel room, and fell asleep for the night.

Eat. Sleep. Eat. Sleep. That was pretty much our day.

The highlight of the day was when we went to the beach after another gluttonous meal at Arnold's. Strange as it may sound, this was the only time we went to beach during our vacation. Neither John or I are beach people. The last time I was at the beach was on Okracoke Island on the Outer Banks. It was not only 95 degrees and humid, but the bugs ate you alive. Bloodthirsty mosquitos that left huge welts on your skin. Thus I spent the entire vacation in the air conditioned hotel room, reading and writing and watching MTV. Sorry, that's my idea of a vacation.

By the time we got to the beach, it was cloudy and the sun had almost set. It was deserted, and the only sound was the wind and the waves. I can't even put into words how the silence and calm just filled your ears. It makes you forget about everything else. We just stood there for a while, talking and taking pictures. There's something about the ocean that makes the world seem so much smaller. I could see where the sky meets the sea. I looked out across the grey water and tried to see England.