My sister and niece flew back to Arizona on Day 4 so I was mostly on my own as my mom made the airport run.
I opted for beach time alone–well, as alone as you can be on a resort beach during tourist season–but despite the crowds, I was still able to relax and read and enjoy quiet time with my mind and the waves. Honestly, as much as I like people, I really like to be by myself too. Perhaps more-so.
I did have a bit of company though. [See photo of lizard] That little sucker freaked the crap out of me when he scurried across my towel and into my bag as I was sunbathing. And despite flinging him to the nether regions of the sandy shore, he kept coming back. I think he liked the shade my lounge chair provided. If only he’d stayed off my foot.
After sufficiently frying my skin, I went home and took a long cold shower, threw on a cotton dress and flip flops, put my hair in a high, wet ponytail, and went to lunch at Atlanta Bread Co. where I ate a delicious sandwich followed by a pastry the size of my head and read a book until my eyes were tired.
I see pictures like that and I think to myself, 1) I grew up in the most enchanting place in the world. 2) the Southern coastal lowcountry is the beat behind my heart. and 3) God is most certainly real and was quite the visionary Creator.
That, right there, my dear friends, is my favorite place on Earth.
Stay tuned for my final day …