I’m feeling beachy, but I’m not sure why. I’m not a beach person. I go to beach locales with plans to explore, visit a spa, read books, that kinda thing. I have to be FORCED into a swimsuit. FORCED to dig my toes in the sand. FORCED to stare into the great big blue. And when I do? Oh my. By then I’m hypnotized.
So I’ve been distressing about summer plans. Quick beach getaway or visit a new city? I must do something more substantial than the Vacation A’la Couch. Time to pull out my debit card and a map.
Sista, You've Been On My Mind 