The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.
We're at the beach again. A break from winter and, as it turns out, from snow. Lots of snow.
It's gorgeous here--50s and even low 60s with total sun. It's chilly along the boardwalk--ocean breezes. Stroll smack in the middle of the available sunshine = happiness.
Great food, some good books, mild exercise... I'm content.
. . . there is a coffee shop, not far from here, on which is written on the wall, the words, "take time to see the wonders of the world, to see the things you've only ever heard of, dream life the way you think it ought to be, see things you thought you'd never ever see" . . . This is Glamarous