Thursday, July 5, 2012
It's not that I hate summer per se
My reputation for not loving summer seems to precede me among all my friend groups.
It's not uncommon for me to be in a circle of friends and one exclaim something like, Man, I loooove summer!!! and then give me a pitiful look and say, Sorry, Molly! with such great affect you'd think they were telling me they hated rainbows and puppies.
It's not that I hate summer exactly. I just hate to sweat once I'm all showered up for the day.
Granted, summer is not my favorite time of the year, but I don't disdain it all together.
Enter Rockaway Beach.
My first trip to a New York beach will not be my last.
Thankfully, I went with seasoned veterans of this particular beach and they introduced me to the heaven that is Rockaway Taco, a striped taco shack perfectly fitting for the hunger that accompanies any trip to a sandy shore.
We had two sweet little boys who made the trip with us. I don't know who was more excited, us or them.
Growing up near the gulf coast, I am strongly biased to our sugary sands and crystal waters, but I did find a place in my heart for Rockaway.
After all, I do not hate the summer.
Especially when a day at the beach promises such sweet reprieve from sweat and stick and steam.