Way back when I when I was in high school, my brother was in elementary and we lived in Nor Cal, my family spent a week at a beach house in south OC. We loved it. Then we moved there and we still loved it, but nothing is the same as living on the actual beach. The waves crash and you can feel the spray on your legs while you’re sitting on the porch.
My brother decided to recreate that beach house moment from our childhood and rented a house on the same beach, but this house was much fancier.
We couldn’t stay too long because the kids where in camp and school was starting, but it was a great way to end the summer. We played, bathed, swam, sunned, met a curious sea lion and in the end, no one wanted to leave.
The morning that we left the girls went down to the COLD water in their pjs, same thing I would do if I lived on the beach.
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