We left the house at......5:15 AM. Blech. Went to the next town over (which just happens to be on I-45), and stopped at IHoP for breakfast. Yum...hot chocolate. *ahem* Spent an hour there, then hit the road again. We hit the island at 11:15 AM...and the hotel had no rooms ready. So, lunch on the beach, anyone?
It was good. Crowded, but good. I forgot that most of the "locals" hit the sand on the weekends. *sigh* It took us a bit to find a parking spot on the seawall, but we were able, and we hiked down to the beach and had some sandwiches. The kids fed the (aggressive) seagulls, then romped in the surf and sand.
Himself doesn't remember the last time we came (he was only 2.5, after all), so this is all pretty much new to him. He and I strolled along the shore, and let the waves run over our bare feet. Herself strolled with us a bit, then went back to our spot to look for seashells. We have a bucket full right now.
Got back to the hotel at 1:30, not sunburned surprisingly, and got into a room at 2. I crashed, after finding Cartoon Network on the TV. The IL's crashed, too, but the kids were pasted to the screen.
We're going to hit the pool in a little bit.
More later - I need to go soak up some rays!