My family used to say that, wherever we went, we brought the cold with us. It wouldn't matter what time of the year we went, or what the weather was supposedly supposed to be be like. If we travelled to one of the world's hot spots, it would inevitably be cold, or raining, or snowing, or blowing. Locals in tropical locations around the globe have exclaimed, upon our arrival, "I just can't figure it out--it never does this in April (or May, or June, or July...)," to which we have always responded, "Don't worry, it's not you, it's us."
So, I guess I shouldn't have been really surprised when we arrived to beautiful 70+ degree weather in Virginia Beach this weekend that it would start to rain less than 10 minutes after our arrival, transforming what would have been a glorious weekend for beach travelers from all around to a chilly 35-degree day where the only brave souls to be seen on the beach were, well, people in parkas and us.
While walking down the fairly abandoned, freezing cold beach, Ryan mentioned, "You know, it's funny, whenever my family went on vacation, it seems like we had bad weather about 75% of the time." That explains everything. We are bad vacation luck squared.
The good thing about belonging to a family who brings cold wherever we go is that you learn to not let it spoil your fun. So it's cold and windy. Let's get a kite! (Actually, though Ryan and I had fun with the kite, for some strange reason the whole kite-flying thing caused Matthew an inordinate amount of stress! Strange ducky, that one.)
I actually don't mind a cold beach. It's kindof nice to have the whole ocean almost to yourself. Matthew may have other opinions. Here's my favorite, favorite photo of the day.
After about 20 minutes of fun, this is pretty much how Matthew wanted to spend the rest of the day. Looks thrilled, doesn't he? Little fellow, this isn't your first cold trip to the beach, and it definitely won't be your last. Don't worry, you'll get used to it.