The journaling reads:
One more Christmas Day on the beach. No attempts to build a snow/sandman this time - been there done that and, according to our teens, "the joke's getting old, mommy". So, we had a photo shoot instead. I miss snow and the collective madness of the holidays back home, but well, there is always next year... In the meantime, I am slowly falling in love with the ocean - the warmth and smell of it, the feel of sand under my feet... And I know I will never ever again swim in the sea in Europe.
