Going into it, I wasn't really sure what to expect, but I ended up being really impressed by the artistry, intricate details, and sheer size of the sculptures. These were certainly not your grandmother's sandcastles.
This one was my favorite:
After carefully critiquing all the sculptures and getting distracted by several cute dogs, we decided that we need some nourishment.
What better to have after a hot day at the beach than massive servings of ice cream? This beauty was considered a "small":
The day after our beach sojourn, P and N arrived in Boston on the last leg of their American vacation. GK and I met P and N while studying abroad in England and have kept in touch ever since. J and J also met P during our trip to England two summers ago, so it was a nice reunion for all of us. One thing that P really wanted to do while he was here was go to a Red Sox game so we dragged ourselves to Fenway and then forced ourselves to try basically all of the food and beer options. Difficult, I know, but we persevered.
The day had been an extremely rainy one, but luckily the sky cleared before the start of the game and left us with a brilliant sunset.
It was such a fun night, topped off by the fact that the Sox won, which I thought was super nice of them to do in honor of our English visitors.
Later in the week, P and N offered to make dinner for GK and I before we headed out on the town for the night. Never being ones to refuse someone who wants to cook for us, GK and I sat back and guzzled sangria while watching the boys work some Mexican magic in the kitchen.
The chicken tacos were delicious, the company, divine, and GK and I informed the boys that they could fly across the pond to cook for us anytime they liked.
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