A New York resident would laugh at the thought of their town being a vacation spot. And that's why they summer in places like The Hamptons--a community of small quaint beach towns that make you feel like you're worlds away from the city when it's merely a hop, skip and a jump to get there.
Our mid-week getaway was the perfect dosage of R&R to recharge for the remaining half of my trip. The clouds snuck in and out, but the weather was still significantly more pleasurable than Houston heat.
Christiana made us a little sandwich picnic lunch...another nice change of pace from eating out three times a day. We spent most of our stay taking a long walk along sandy terrain spying on all the shingled houses.
The water was freezing. Mollie put it perfectly when she commented that it gave her whole body a brain freeze type feeling. I felt the need to overcome my chills and nearly immerse myself in the Atlantic H20. Christiana joined me and to say that I was tickled to death by the massive waves wiping us out would be an understatement. Totally worth the nearly catching pneumonia.
We took a little venture through the town center on our way out in search of a tasty treat to tide us over for the afternoon. It was very appealing for my eyes to get a break from the typical cement, trash bags and scaffolding and see darling little cafés such as the one above.
After asking some locals for a recommendation (the golden travel tip), we got what they claimed to be "the best gelato in the country" at Sant Ambroeus. Originally a Milan pastry shop, it quickly became a favorite among ladies who lunch, who have been known to leave with two gelato cones--one for them and one for their precious pup.
I may not be purchasing a summer home there any time soon, but it's no secret why the Hamptons is such a hot spot among the New England crowd.
PS - Thanks Christiana for pulling an all-nighter for this little trip!