Day 8 of our Honeymoon, where we are soaking up the East Coast living: The good, the bad, the Rude, and the Awe inspiring.
The morning at the ol’ Sandcastle Inn proved to be a glorious morning, and even the seniors were looking chipper in the game room. (Maybe that last hand of Hearts proved to be someone’s undoing…not sure)
This morning we needed to wake up a little earlier to skedaddle over to our “Treat Me Right Spa Day” at Shui Spa. We both got the Neem body wrap and exfoliation, complete with Mineral pool time for Sweet Keats and a Steam Room after.
I had never experienced such a luxury, although If someone feels compelled to come at my alligator skin with some lotions and potions, I will never deny them! Slather me in salad dressing and call me a wrap for all I care! We left pampered and glowing like the Shiny happy people we were always meant to be.
The one after effect of such detoxifying and purifying is that it imbalances all your bad behaviors and eating habits, threatening to open wide the yawning maw of carbohydrates and caloric intake from items not chartable in the food pyramid (Things like Lobster Mac and Cheese, and Churros)
In order to restore balance quickly, so our bodies didn’t go into a fit of shock from purity, we quickly found the South African Restaurant that was closed Mondays and Tuesdays called “Karoo Kafe”. I was so excited to try this cuisine (I have a deep love for Ethiopian Food, and hoped there was some crossover with spices)
Karoo didn’t disappoint! We tried Peri-Peri wings (which is a Portuguese African sauce with ginger, garlic, tomatoes, chilies and onions and is used as a marinade) Next Kim had my new favorite stew called “Durbin Bunny Chow” which is a spicy lamb stew served inside a quarter loaf of white bread, and I tried the Boerewors Roll, which is an African farmer sausage with a Karoo Chutney. I should mention that Karoo is a blend of African, Portuguese, Indian, British, Dutch and Malaysian cultures.
After our balance was restored, and a brief nap, my bride decided it was time to explore, and had her sights set on some Light houses. We decided on Race Point Lighthouse because it would be a great place to see sunset…and our happy little GPS told us it was just up the road about 18 minutes. How could we lose? No sweat. What our little trollop of a Navigator failed to mention was that it was 18 minutes if you happen to drive a Monster Truck. Oh, we failed to ask for that upgrade at Thrifty for our Malibu. Maybe the Monster tires were in the trunk?
“No Problem! We have been walking quite a bit this vacation. How hard could it be? ” (Said one sand bleached carcass to the other)
We parked and began the walk along the sand dune trail, over hill and dune and treaded print. Forty minutes into our walk to the lighthouse, we weren’t even close, but my trusty partner and newly self-pronounced “Field Guide” decided, since we could see the lighthouse over 5 dunes, we should take a “short cut” and skip all this riff raff that was a road…walk the Dune less traveled by! Bless her heart.
Oh, the short cut we found! We also found …. water. A nearly dried inlet and some fishing net, many sea shells and crab bodies carried for their first and last cross atlantic flight . It was apparent as my love dashed from Seashell to Seashell that our focus and trajectory had quickly shifted. No longer was our goal the Lighthouse, or even the shore. Sea shells whose shells were intact were the new prized possession and I was thankful we were not around during the days of the first colonists. She would have traded our maps or water jugs for 8 sea shells and a bungee cord.
At this point, we start seeing the legendary lighthouse in our midst, with fingerlings of water and marshy pools in between us. I’m going to say that this was about the point I started to lose patience. If our goal IS the fricken lighthouse, and it’s getting dark, then we are going to get to that damn lighthouse, touch it and never look back! I shot a couple of my signature disapproval looks, and started taking off my shoes, and rolling my pant legs up. “If we are going to do this, let’s do this.”
Wading the marshy waters, we made it to the other side, and caught the last orange ribbon of sunlight before it streaked and dipped into blue-ish silver along the water’s horizon. This was our second, unexpected exfoliation of the day, and along with our backpack of shells, I packed in a little “I told ya so” for safe keeping. (This will come in handy for my next 50 years of dumb ass miscalculations and decisions)
As we lumbered our limbs back up the marked trail towards the car, a sweet family from Long Island picked us up about a mile before the car, who were worried about our safety with possible coyote and fox sightings (So cute!) The Lighthouse? Well….it’s best not to mention it.