My husband was living on the beach when we met. As we started to grow into each other, I spent a lot of time at this coastal spot with him. Beach jogs, evening surf (wind chop down here probably–although there those special days when you can really surf down the line) sessions, football games at the Irish pub–beach breaks during half time, a night in with Netflix, a night out on the town, doggy parks, Art Deco design, landscape designs, a Lush shop just down the street, Art galleries, poets, some of the best food in the nation and so many more memorable adventures happened while he lived there.
Now, as “married folk,” we have decided to go for it again. I just have to face it: We are just one of those couples that’s happier on the beach. Knowing the sea is just a walk away brings out the best in us. I think what solidified this truth was our Honeymoon in Costa Rica. The zen hotel, the daily surfing rituals, the nightly Buddhist chants of our neighbors, the monkeys in the morning, waves, all dogs off leashes, surfers from all over the world in one tight spot (talk about multi-cultural!), yoga junkies, fresh food, the biggest pastel colored marshmallows in the world, some clear light alcohol drink my husband introduced me too, Buddha paintings, horses, bad wifi, candle lit nights, vines in the shower…need I say more?
While this new place is definitely not Costa Rica (it’s actually pretty urban and a teensy too loud for my taste), it is a beach; it’s still Mother Ocean–even if it is one of her more funky spots.
Here’s a Sneak Peak of the upcoming “Before and Afters” of this move to the beach (the befores lol):
So far, we have a few ideas for this fire place space. I like the idea of putting books stacked inside of it, or maybe a little Buddha grotto? We are still brainstorming.