For spring break this year, we went to Whidbey, only not the same Whidbey I’ve been blogging about these past 13 years–we did the sacrilegious and rented a house instead of staying in our family cabin.
The house was charming, the location was stunning, and, as all our favorite VRBO’s, this one some good quirks. Like having windows where there shouldn’t be windows…
and not having doors where there should be doors…
and having some bathroom art that just shouldn’t have been at all.
The house should have come with a PG-13 rating, right? We do love us some quirks. But really, the house, the little town nearby, the beach–the whole weekend, really, was perfect.
The boys kayaked.
Rocco flew a kite.
Actually, it’s hard to see below, but he outsourced the kite flying to this chair so he could go fly a different kite.
Vincenzo finally emerged from his cocoon.
Leo flip-flop hop-scotched.
Vincenzo built a tiki bar.
At some point, Batman was signaled.
In the evenings, dozens of seagulls gathered on the beach to pick up clams in their beaks, fly up, then drop them to the ground to crack open and eat. There was drama, thievery, daredevil acts, and even romance. It was better than TV!
Leo’s not really into kayaking, kite flying, beach-combing, playing board games, or fort-building. He is into taking baths, so he spent the three days making rounds between the hot tub, the slipper tub, and the jetted tub. We’ve decided all future vacation rentals will be based on the amount of available tubs.
With quarantine still going on, I dream of the day I’m comfortable enough to fly to Hawaii or California or New Zealand, but in the meantime I feel fortunate that we live an hour and a half way from the northwest’s version of paradise. There might not be any palm trees, but you don’t even miss them.
Or the curtains either.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Overbaked blondies (that’s not some new gourmet thing—we just majorly overbaked them, but my childhood upbringing prevents me from throwing them ou