After Mobile, Alabama, and NOLA, the shock of two cities in a row was enough to send us reeling back into no-man’s land. Many countries in Europe, along with certain US states were becoming more locked down by the day. We’d moved on to Texas, actually one of the more open US states, but we thought we’d do a solidarity lockdown for all you girls and boys out there experiencing the same.
True self-isolation for us was at a beach house on the Bolivar Peninsular. Sounds like an exotic elusive Russian hideout but it’s actually on the Gulf Coast. The closest city is Galveston, Texas but that’s so far away we might as well be in Russia.
We’d stocked up with food for the week and with the nearest store about an hour away, we were going nowhere. Anything we forgot, well we’d just have to make do. You’d think milk would be one of those things you wouldn’t forget but sure enough, by day two we were on black coffee.
We experimented throughout the week with almond milk, non-dairy creamer (thoughtfully left in the kitchen cupboard by another visitor who’d no doubt befallen the same fate) and even condensed milk. Which was the outright winner – if you haven’t tried condensed milk in your coffee, do yourself a favor.
The beach house itself was mere steps away from the ocean. The large outside deck with seaview was perfect for working. Well, a bit chilly for me actually, it is December you know.
Even inside, there was no forgetting we were at the beach. Beach house theming on steroids. Generally tastefully done, but this is a mere selection of some of the ocean-themed decor.
The morning walk pictures might feel a bit deja vu. There’s only so many different sunrise shots you can get from walking along a beach very similar to another one a few hundred miles away on the same coast. So after Ocracoke, Hilton Head Island and the Florida pan handle, sorry this is just more of the same.
Breaking it up with some photos from beach walks a little later in the morning.
And then there’s the sunset shots.
Ooh and then it started to get stormy towards the end of the week.
Oh the monotony of lonesome days of beach walks and sunrises, interspersed with work days on video calls, rounded off with home-cooking. Actually, maybe this self-isolating thing isn’t so bad after all.