We went with my cousin, Ned and my grandma.
We walked on the beach and played.
|this is my grandma, Omi|
The beaches looked like they could go on forever. It was just what you'd imagine a small fishing village to look like. If you wanted to be a writer, this would be the perfect place to come in the winter for quiet, peaceful inspiration. It would be fun to rent one of the beach apartments and look out every day and watch the ocean.