We arrived in Myrtle Beach on Monday. We both love being near the
sea. We love the cool breezes off the water and the smell of the
sea air. I ate seafood for lunch and dinner all week. I'll miss it
when we get home. There just aren't that many really good seafood
restaurants in Dallas. But they have plenty of good ones at the
beach. We were very lucky to meet up for dinner almost every
evening with either one of my long lost cousins who lives nearby or
some friends from Dallas who were also vacationing at the beach.
The "Calabash" Seafood buffet is popular there. A number of places advertise that they have over 170
items on their buffet. Really?
Who can eat 170 items? (Although I did see some people on the beach
who looked like they tried.) We just don't do buffets. They are
priced for people who eat far more than we do. Not to mention the
food has been sitting out for who knows how long with people
coughing, sneezing, and handling the spoons and ladles. (And you
just know some of those people did not wash their hands.) We stuck
with the full service places, which worked really well for us
because that is what is located along the boardwalk and near the
piers. What was really nice is that everywhere you came off the
beach, whether to go into a hotel or onto the boardwalk, there was
a place to rinse off the sand. All of them are two-tiered so you
can rinse off your entire body, or just your feet.
Our room at Sandcastle South was adequate. It was oceanfront, which
is what we wanted, so we could open the balcony door at night and
fall asleep to the sound of the surf and enjoy the cool breezes. It
was advertised as having a kitchenette, which we wanted because we
prefer to eat breakfast in rather than out. What do you call it
when it's smaller than a kitchenette? A mini kitchenette? A micro
kitchenette? Basically, they'd taken what used to be a generous
closet, put a fridge, cooktop, miniature sink, and microwave in it.
No counter space at all! And the closet was no longer generous. It
was small.
But the mini-micro kitchenette was okay for preparing
bacon, eggs, and toast. (Although no counter space meant that you
had to leave a burner free so there would be a place for the
toaster and cleaning up presented some challenges.) And cleaning up
was very important because there was a notice that indicated we
would be charged $50 if we left dirty dishes in the room. I don't
know if that was $50 dollars for each dirty dish or $50 for all
dirty dishes. Either way, we made sure it was all pristine before
we left. (We even videotaped it in the event someone tries to pull
a fast one.)
In addition to a day of sailing and a bit of golf, we walked on the
beach every day. I love walking on the beach. It's a very clean
beach, dotted with the ruins of children's sandcastles and bits of
shells and marine life. While we were out walking we would often
see the same dogs. (Funny how I noticed the cute little scottie
with the red and black hat, pefectly fitted so her little ears
stuck out the two holes in the top, but I couldn't tell you
anything about the person on the other end of the leash.) But I was
talking about walking, not about dogs. I believe that as a species,
we were intended to walk barefoot in the sand. It made me feel so
good I had to fight the urge to break into a sprint. I don't
typically have to fight off that type of urge. I had my last beach
walk this morning. Now it's back to shoes and concrete.
We are now en route to Atlanta.
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