When I was younger I always remember my parents, siblings and I spontaneously heading to the beach for the weekend. We would all pile in the van and my mom would cook a delicious meal for us to eat while we were out.
Heaven forbid we eat a non home made meal during our childhood. I don’t think I ate out until I got to college and now I am obsessed.
Last month before Ramadan I had a rare weekend off so I decided to road trip it to Rehoboth Beach with my cousins.
It had been many years since I took a beach trip.
We could not have picked a more perfect day to go to the beach. No traffic on the roads, the weather was perfect and breezy. I went to my first water park where I put my fear of drowning aside and managed to go on a couple rides. It helped that most of the people in line for these rides were ten and under.
I floated along the lazy river without a worry in the world before I realized I had relaxed a bit too much and was now stuck in my inner tube. Getting out was a group effort.
This was my first trip back to the beach since my childhood and I don’t know why I waited so long. Also can someone invent some cute Islamic swimwear?
I still have sand in places it does not belong.
In my next post which is hopefully sooner rather than later, I will tell you the adventure my cousins when on less than 24 hours before our beach trip.