On the last day of every vacation, we have a ritual that we like to take as a family: the last beach walk. We walk, faces turned up to the sun, trying to drink in a year’s worth of memories, soaking up our last few seconds of relaxation.
That was last night. The sealions were barking. The waves were crashing. And the sand tickled between our toes.
Today, as we wait for our last connecting flight home, it already seems like a sweet distant dream.