I have a confession. I am addicted to seashells. Yes they are everywhere but each one is so different. Scott has already questioned how much space needs to allotted for my seashell collection for our big trek home. I just laugh. We both know.
As if walking on water, the surfers were everywhere early this morning. Gliding across the water from every angle, I had to stop and watch. Relying on the waves to carry them, how do they keep from crashing into each other?