We live on an island, just two blocks from the East River. It's easy to forget how close we are to the water when we're so busy. And it's not exactly the beach, let's face it. Which is why, I suppose, everyone in Manhattan seems to escape the city for the beach in the summer.
After living here for almost twenty years, we finally followed suit and joined some friends in Montauk for the weekend. It was our first visit to the eastern part of Long Island. I can't say I've ever been very interested in the Hamptons (it's such a loaded name, I think) and all the hype surrounding them, but now I understand why so many people are willing to brave the traffic and long travel time. With such beautiful beaches, adorable towns, and amazing food, it's worth the extra effort. We climbed the lighthouse, searched for sea shells, built sand castles, and ate lobster. And watched lots of World Cup.
And we left hungry for more. We'll be back, I'm sure.