The next day seemed to wiz by. Before I knew it, our silver Pontiac was crossing the massive Confederation Bridge. As I was still trying to get over the size and intensity of the bridge, we were pulling into the driveway of a cute little cottage. This humble little home with a sandy yard would be all ours for the next week. The interior of the cottage was cozy, and even came complete with a sunroom. The best part of the cottage, other than the incredibly soft beds, was that beach was just a mere five minutes away. I could already hear the waves crashing. The beach would become our second home, as we spent bits of everyday, or even the whole day there, over the next week. Although the Atlantic Ocean was a bit frigid to spend much time swimming in, its salty water was refreshing. Especially after spending hours picking the perfect seashells for all the creatures and castles I had made in the sand. I was shocked to see that colour of the sand when we got there. It was as something I had never seen before. The soft sand was a red rust colour that contrasted the deep blue of the ocean perfectly. I remember laughing as my sister and I ran up and down the shore, poking the squishy tops of stranded jelly fish. Or watching the tide come in as we spent the whole day at the beach. I can still remember how the moon shone off the water; clear enough to be a mirror. I sometimes even long to hear the waves crashing to lull me to sleep at night. Going into town was an experience all on its own. The cute little shops were all filled with beachy décor. No one seemed in a rush to do anything. The people in P.E.I were just living life as it happened, one day at a time. No phones to take them away, no papers screaming to be filled out. Getting to Prince Edward Island was an adventure all on its own. But once we got there, all the stresses and worries seemed to float away with the morning tide. If I were to go on this trip again, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Fashion Abroad By: Hayley Wimmer