Vacation is…
Flying on a plane.
Then soaking in some sunshine at a beautiful hotel…
…enjoying fantastic food and drinks…
…then putting on your floaties and enjoying the pool…
…and playing in the sand at the beach at the pool…
…and basically blowing off steam while looking fabulous.
Vacation is the best thing ever.
After living the island life in the Far East, we moved a little less east and stayed with Grammie and Grandpa in a town called Mystic.
There was a pool.
Mom made me wear these things called floaties. I pretended to hate them.
But those things called floaties let me swim by myself. Don’t tell mom I kind of love my floaties.
There was a beach.
Grammie gave me this red shovel and bucket.
And there was a fantastic sunset.
Dad and the Mystic sunset.
I loved spending time with Grammie and Grandpa in the lovely town of Mystic.