We ended up spending Memorial Weekend in Sandy Hook, New Jersey. I was really excited about going to Cuba but after finding out that it was not wise to go due to the US embargo (apparently if you have a US visa you risk visa revocation or being denied entry. Bastards!), we settled for Sandy Hook, 45 minutes by ferry from downtown. It was an easy getaway. We had an enjoyable break from the city; after awhile Manhattan gets intoxicating.
Personally though, I wouldn't go out of my way to recommend it unless you live in New York and just want to escape for the weekend without wanting to go to the Hamptons. Not being haughty or anything (Peter says I'm so hard to please) but it wasn't really my idea of a beach. I say to Peter, "I'm from Southeast Asia. I've got high beach standards."
The day we arrived we walked around a little and found out that once you're out of New York City, you're in America. We see waistlines growing. They drive everywhere. A lot of beaches are private. Even the goddamn lookout points are private. They have these things they call 'beach clubs' where you join as members or pay to have a spot on the beach. Anyway, enough about the absurdity of some places.
Welcome to America
We stayed in a B&B called Grand Lady by the Sea and Peter was convinced that the owner was going to murder us the first night we were there. Wild imagination. The place was quite cute actually. We got one of the attic rooms and had the whole floor to ourselves.
Grand Lady by the Sea B&B
There was a lot of seafood. We ate and ate. Peter rented a bicycle from the B&B to explore the area; I ended up testing my rollerblading ability because I don't cycle. I did okay.
Almost every house in Sandy Hook had an American flag on it. I was not sure if it was because of the Memorial Weekend.
I love America. Not!
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