Sunday, like the Sunday of the Barbeque, was sunny, bright, and delightful. In short, it would have been a downright sin to stay inside and study all day--that's what evenings are for!
Lauren and I set out for the beach, about half an hour away by bus. We weren't quite sure where we were going, or where to get off of the bus, so we followed the other young-ish people on the bus who had towels and beach bags. Our suspicions were correct, and they led us directly to the beach.
Sumner Beach is reasonably sheltered, and has cool little caves to explore and lots of rocks to climb on. It is also right in town, and we were able to enjoy some beach food--hot dogs and sprite. Sprite here tastes different, and upon further investigation, we found that it is due to a lot less to no corn syrup. I chose the "American" hotdog, under the advice of the stand worker, and found that I have never had a less foreign tasting hotdog. Don't get me wrong, it was fantastic, but it was more like a sausage, it had pepper on it, and sweet peppers, along with onions, relish, mustard, ketchup--excuse me, tomato sauce--and was on a small loaf of bread that was split rather than a bun as we know them. I wish that there were more American hotdogs in the States.
We passed the day laying in the sun, reading, occasinally wading, and making up stories about the gulls that we saw. Beaches are wonderful things. If there were a pro-beach politcal party, I would be the first on that bandwagon.
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