Showing posts from March, 2012

Beach Bums

Arya and I are turning into such beach bums. For those of you who know me, this has to be a surprise.
It's no secret that I've never been a fan of beaches. All that nasty sand, super hot sun and crazy underwater animals nipping at your toes. And of course, there's always Jaws lurking around somewhere out there. Living in Georgia meant the majority of our summer (and spring and winter) vacations were spent at the beach. At least once a year we'd head down to Daytona and spend a week in what others called Paradise. I called it the 7th ring of Hell.
I'd spend the entire week curled up with a million books in our condo or hotel room. When reading got old I'd spend countless hours catching up on Spongebob and finishing off 3 family sized bags of Flaming Hot Cheetos. The beach just wasn't for me.
So, when we decided to move to Grenada I wasn't thrilled at the prospect of being surrounded by beaches on every side. I tried my hardest to convince Ryan to move to…