One evening I was dreaming about Mitch and I at the age of 19 in Daytona Beach, a trip that we took to reset our minds before the stress of months of college classes. If my brain could type, I’d have three-hundred pages already. Continue reading Mitch and Robin in Daytona Beach
(My wonderful Goddaughter and I went to Costa Rica a couple of years ago. Here’s the actual email that I sent to our loved ones back home. OK, you’re right, the edited email.)
So Rachel and I went to the beach today for the first time. A short walk down from our hotel. The sand at this stretch of beach is dark brown/black from volcanic rock. Lots of waves..lots of surfers. Not for swimming. After we double coated Rachel with 9000 SPF, she did what women do. Lay and bake, read a book. Turn over. Repeat.