May 18, 2008
The first day in Country of Some of My Ancestors, we woke up to a thunderstorm. When the lightning began to subside, we decided to shake off jet lag with a walk along the beach. Waves pounded against the piers that ran out into the sea, and red warning flags flapped from the lifeguard stations. A salty wind washed the tiredness from my brain as I stepped onto the wet sand. My father kept saying, "It smells just like the Atlantic." As I walked along a pier to take a photo, sea water came bursting up through the slats.
The top photo, a picture of me, was taken by Urban Sophisticate Sister as I was walking out to take the photo at the bottom.
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