This August, my family took a vacation to visit some of our cousins at their summer home in Bridgehampton, New York. We flew into JFK, and drove from the chaos of the city out to the Hampton's - a sumptuous corner of New York; freckled with Cape Cod estates, expansive green meadows, historic B&B's, and beaches with grassy dunes. While we were there, I felt somewhat disconnected from reality. We spent our days lounging around their house, swimming, bike riding through the neighboring lanes, and playing on the beach. Occasionally we would drive into one of the towns; picturesque boulevards of antique storefronts, 5-and-dime stores, and f
amily owned businesses. On any given day you can see people sailing in the harbor, children licking ice cream cones, and celebrities eating at outdoor cafes, unafraid of being recognized.In the evenings the atmosphere would liven, as everyone would return from their activities of the day, coming together to enjoy an amazing multi-coursed feast. There were about 15-20 people there ev
ery night, some family, some friends; just talking, laughing, eating, and drinking together. Overall it was an enjoyable, relaxing vacation, but I was happy to get back to my normal life. Leaving with the knowledge that if I ever need an escape, I know just the place to go.
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