When I moved to the east coast from Texas, I never really understood “east coast” beaches….I never understood the smell of the salty air, the fried chicken, the fresh seafood – all mixed in with whiff of sunscreen and beer. On winter days like today when it’s dark at 430pm and I’m all bundled up in a coat and gloves, I really yearn to pile the kiddos in the car, roll the windows down over the Bay Bridge and stop at some roadside stands for some summer plums or strawberries on the way. Ahh beach life…I miss it. There’s just this feeling of leaving the beltway craziness behind when you cross the bridge. Living so close to the Delaware beaches is one of the reasons I’ll likely never leave the mid-atlantic….once you go Rehoboth, you never go back:-)
