I love family trips to the beach, partly because it’s one of the few places you can take kids where the parents might actually be able to relax. Sort of. A week ago, we checked out the city of Vina del Mar, then drove up the coast looking for a quieter beach, which we found. We hadn’t brought swimsuits — not quite warm enough for that yet — but picnicking, walking on the beach, playing in the sand, putting our feet in the water, and flying a kite (which we bought from a street vendor) were all on our agenda. It was lovely and fun until our kids ended up getting wetter than we’d planned (predictable), and we couldn’t convince Thomas to stay out of the hypothermia-inducing water. We finally gave up and bundled him into the car, where the other boys promptly stripped off their wet, sandy jeans and rode the 90 minutes home in their underwear.
Sitting (or chasing a toddler) on the beach is soul-satisfying and renewing. I’m looking forward to many warm days in the sand.