Flight of the Quill: Virginia Beach!!

Hi everyone! Yikes, I haven't written a new post for a long time😬 I kept on meaning to, but I just never got it done.

We went to Virginia Beach last weekend for a vacation! We haven't had a "real live vacation" for several years, and we all had a lot of fun.

We left Friday around lunchtime, and got there about 7:00.

We stayed in a lovely little Airbnb about six miles from the beach, because anything closer was ridiculously expensive.

We were so tired when we got there that after a supper of pizza from a local pizza place, we all went to bed.

I usually get up fairly early, and Saturday morning was no exception. I woke up at six, and couldn't go back to sleep.

Since my sister and I were sleeping on couches in the living room downstairs, and the other four members of the family were in one of two rooms upstairs (the other room was the bathroom), I couldn't exactly turn on the light and read, as I do at home. So, I made a cup of hot chocolate in the dark, then read by turning on the flashlight on the iPad under the blanket.

It wasn't exactly comfortable, and I was glad when it got light enough outside that I could read by sitting beside the window.

Everyone else got up at eight, and after an impromptu (and, unfortunately, rather unhealthy) breakfast of dry Cinnamon Toast Crunch, (we forgot to bring milk or bread or anything like that 😏) we went to the beach.

We went to Sandbridge Beach, and it was considerably less crowded than most beaches, for which we were happy 😁

We were there till about three o'clock, when my little sister started getting cranky, so we went back to the Airbnb for showers, and, in my parents' case, naps.

We went to a seafood place called "The Lucky Oyster" for supper. I have never been a seafood person, but I got a fried flounder dinner, and it didn't taste very fishy, so I liked it.

Daddy got something called a "Treble Hook," which looked and smelled disgusting. It had shrimp, haddock, and oysters. I tasted an oyster. It tasted exactly how the ocean smells, and it almost ruined my appetite.

We enjoyed the ocean so much that we gave up our plans to see the rest of Virginia Beach, and went back the next day, Sunday, till it was time to go home, about one o'clock.

We started for home, tired, sandy, hungry, and very sunburnt, because Mama couldn't find the sunscreen.

We stopped at Wendy's for lunch, and then only stopped once after that, for gas.

We got home about 8:45, because we had to drive through D.C. and traffic was terrible.

The next day, we paid dearly for not doing the seemingly insignificant task of buying some more sunscreen.

My skin is naturally dark enough that I got off with a blistered nose and bright red face and arms, but the others, especially the baby and Mama, weren't so lucky.

My little sister had a huge fit if you try to change her clothes, because her back and shoulders got terribly sunburned, and let's not even talk about trying to put B&W on it. (We found that B&W really helps sunburn). She writhed around on the floor, which resulted in rubbing most of the skin off, which made her scream louder, and writhe around some more. It's somewhat better now, but she still doesn't like wearing clothes or having B&W put on.

My other sister had it pretty bad, too, especially on her face. Her nose got so swollen she couldn't wear her glasses for a few days, and then after the swelling went down, her nose was so sore she still couldn't put on glasses. Here's a picture from Monday, the day after we got back: