Beach Time

I always say it's not a vacation unless I'm at the beach. Although, this comes from a Jersey girl, so it all makes sense. Give me your burning hot sand, your dead jellyfish, your mouthfuls/nosefuls/eyefulls of saltwater, your cheesy mini golf, your sandy sandwiches any and everyday. I pretty much can't relax unless I've inhaled at least one gallon of sand. All this only a 6 hour drive away!

I'm sort of in love with the retro-ness of the Jersey shore. Hotels that were built in the 60s and 70s, remodeled a bit in the 80s, but mostly kept the same. Fake palm trees. Neon signs. Step back in the past for awhile. And then go to the boardwalk, which is lined with junk food and sleezy t-shirt shops and carnival rides. The two-faces of the Jersey Shore. We were in the Wildwoods in southern New Jersey which didn't appear to show any wear from Hurricane Sandy (unlike some points North), so the crowds on the boardwalk were still quite lively. As many neon pink shredded belly shirts as a girl could want.

As much as the "Jersey Shore" reality television show seems to make everyone believe that the beach is full of sleezy nightclubs and juiced up 20-somethings, it's really a very family-oriented place. Have you ever been down the shore? If not, please stop making faces when I say I'm going to a New Jersey beach. Is this really all that sleezy?