I've never gone on a beach vacation. The thought of heading to some island paradise never held much appeal for me. I don't like to take off my shirt, I can't really swim (forget snorkeling), and I'm allergic to shellfish.
Sure, I've been on vacations where I visited beaches (e.g. in San Francisco, LA, Vancouver, and France's Brittany coast). I always find the ocean really soothing--even mesmerizing. But on all my visits to the shore, the water is so frigid that no sane person would set foot in the surf.
After a seemingly endless succession of below zero days here in Minnesota, I find that I'm starting to crave sun and sand. It's an unfamiliar feeling, and it took me a while to recognize it. The fact that oodles of my friends are flocking to Mexico, Hawaii, and other toasty-warm locales is only making me feel more frantic to escape the deep freeze .
It's not going to happen this winter, I'm afraid. We do have a great trip coming up in six weeks--London--but that's not exactly the same thing as drinking margaritas in the sun while cabana boys massage my toes. And that's what I'm craving on this -3 morning.
I'm not sure what I would do at the beach (knitting seems odd), but being warm and doing nothing in particular sounds really good to me right now.
Maybe next year.