We like Galveston in this family. It's just the right sort of touristy, slightly-run-down but ever alluring seaside destination. It's hard to come up with a UK equivalent...maybe the Isle of Wight, but with oil rigs on the horizon, and a casino boat.
Unfortunately, that casino boat wouldn't sail due to "high seas". An island race like ours laughs at such things, but nevertheless Dad and I couldn't repeat our previous trick of cleaning them out at roulette ($6 profit on a $50 stake!) Instead the beach and the pool called, so we spent three relaxing days doing just that.
How could I let this momentous event of all the Davieses being in one place pass without notice? I couldn't, and so booked that most American of things: a family photo shoot. "Can British families be affectionate?" asked Treva the photographer as she tried to make us stand closer together. "We could shake hands, I suppose," I told her. I await the results...
The Gulf coast. Not highly thought of, which is fine by me as it keeps the hotel prices cheap.
Mum dips her toes.
Pete goes a little deeper.
A local runs.
Contemplating.
Which country are you from again?
What beaches are really for: kite flying.
Getting ready for the hot tub.
Aimlessly floating: a metaphor for Emily's life.
Whale riders.
Family bath.
A(nother) little treat.
A short round of crazy golf, because that's certainly a holiday tradition.
Augusta here we come!
Excited to consume one of the UK imports. Yes, Marmite chocolate! Sadly not filled with Marmite though.
And after all that relaxing...time for a rest.
