Beach Dreams Are Made of This

This is the photo on my computer desktop of Lacanau, the beach near Bordeaux where we'll spend a week in August. Every time I look at this photo I just want to get on a train and be there NOW. Walk in the water, feel the sand between my toes, eat outside at night, and sleep to the sound of waves crashing, of wind in the pines. Leave Paris and all its dirt and cars and noise and craziness far, far behind.

I am craving this more than food, more than chocolate, more than wine, or heroin, or whatever it is I normally crave. Only a few more weeks...