So long, Spring Break

As a last hurrah, before returning to life in the real world, Mark and I spent Sunday at Galveston beach.  Throughout the day, I kept saying that we were "down the shore" but then I'd remember that I don't live in Jersey anymore.

It was a beautiful day, is there any other kind when you are at the beach? Not a cloud in the sky and a gentle breeze.  We were sad that we forgot the kite, but really that just means we'll have to go back next weekend.

Since it was the last day before school started up again, we took advantage of the chance to sleep in and went to church down in Galveston.  Some of the churches there have permanently closed since Hurricane Ike, but this one, Sacred Heart, was still open and had a very French feel to it, reminding me of St. Louis, and New Orleans.

Pre-sunburn.  It was so worth it.

After a picnic lunch, we went and played in the waves for hours.  The water stayed shallow for quite a distance and so we were able to go really far out.  Far enough out that we were extremely close to the brown pelicans that frequent the area.  For obvious reasons, the pelicans are not shown.

Worn Out

It was hard to leave, but it was nice to have a little taste of what summer has in store.  51 school days left.  I know, because we counted today in class.