It turns out we are not going to the beach. It's way to windy and the sand pelts your legs if you take one step. Instead we went and rode the ferry. Then we counted all the Mercedes and BMWs we could find. Then we went swimming. The wind died down once we got in, but my dad chickened out still.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
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