I have a penchant for traveling to enchanting harbor towns in the dead of winter. Summer vacations are usually spent with my family.
A brief ski trip would qualify as money well spent, but in an effort to spend minimal money, my boyfriend and I have made a habit of harbor hopping in the cold, when the little inlet towns closely resemble ghost towns. Last year we went to my family's long time favorite vacation spot in Rhode Island, and this year we opted for Southampton. There is inspiration everywhere: in the empty streets, the moody sea, in the deserted & darkened country roads, and damp salty breeze.
{Rhode Island:}
When we walked out to the lighthouse, we didn't see a soul. We parked in town and walked up the hill and out to the point, where a fox sprinted across our path.
There is something innately magical and freeing about the beach when it is cold as f*$^# outside (and always). If I were to walk the same beach in the summer, it would be flogged with boogey boarders and sun-tanners. But in the winter, there is quiet and space to think. Aside from the shifting of the waves, there is little noise.It's a little piece of magic in this world. I felt completely revived upon my return home.
{The Hamptons:}
We ate at Citta Nuova in East Hampton, which was, hands down, one of the best meals I've ever eaten. I ordered butternut squash ravioli in a brown sugar, butter sauce. Go there.
