Rehoboth. Recalibrating.

We knew it.

We knew it back in January that when May rolled around, we’d need to get out, get away, and recalibrate our lives.

G’s season would be over, spring would be late, and we’d be sick to death of Mansfield, and our routine.. If we didn’t physically move our molecules out of town, we knew we’d be really, really grumpy.

So here we are for this pre-season week at the beach,, sitting in a condo on the eighth floor, looking out over the ocean, feeling much, much, better. We talk a lot, and read a lot. We’re both meditating again. G rides a bike every morning. I write. In the evening we get dressed up and go out to dinner. I went to that crazy hot yoga class this morning. (I was a little nervous because it’s hot and hard and I didn’t know if I could still hang with those youngsters, but I more than hung.)

I got a pedicure. Then we went to a Sound Bath before dinner.

The whole week has been lovely, needed, and restorative. I’m thinking we should do this a at the beginning of each new season, Not necessarily a week, but some time away.

So here, in lieu of of a chatty post, is a picture laden one. Here’s what we’ve been doing.

Started at a Biergarten in Dover called The Rail Haus:

Star of the Sea Condo 805:

Morning Pages:

G meditates:

G reads:

I bought new sandals at my fave shoe store in2soles:

Sunrise:

Our set-up on the beach:

I meditate on the vastness:

I go to BrowseAbout Books at least once:

On the way to dinner at Salt Air:

We went for a hike at Henlopen State Park to a 70 foot dune:

Dinner at The Purple Parrot. Sticky tables, the walls papered in one dollar bills and a very weird waiter:

Afternoon naps are sublime with the sound of the sea in the background:

So many good restaurants to get dressed for:

And ice cream:

And beer:

And lobster rolls:

And a Sound Bath:

Tomorrow is our last day. Don’t know what we’ll do but it will be good. That I know.