Glen Campbell made the song famous, but our interpretation differs after the first line. We just returned from a quick juant to the gulf coast island and, yes, I can still hear your seawinds blowing. There is something refreshing and still about spending time with one's feet in the sand near the ocean. My mind was so quiet I barely spoke a word all weekend.
P starts preschool this fall. Five half days, so this trip was a good-bye to summer before he begins this week. We gave the Hotel Galvez a try, but despite its historical draw, the results were disappointing. The beach, however, was a quick walk across the street and it never displeases. Isn't it the sole reason for going to Galveston?
We walked the beach most nights during my favorite hour; twilight. The light is even more stunning on the beach; always finding a way to make everything enchanting.
We typically opt for a house or condo rental on the opposite end of the island, away from the crowd. However, with our trip being a short weekend we decided to stay in town and let someone else make the beds and do the cooking. It was a good choice as it made for more beach and pool time.
There is nothing profound to say here about this trip, except for the importance of taking care of one's soul. Sometimes you have to leave the familiar and drop your feet somewhere new with your family in tow. We all needed a little time to explore the sand, soak up the last bits of sun for the summer and just be.
Glen Campbell is still on our air waves; P keeps asking for the Galveston song. I don't object and if we close our eyes, we can still hear the waves. My hope is that it will keeps us grounded these first few weeks of chaos.