I don't do Thanksgiving. At least not in the traditional turkey, cornbread sort of way. We like to go to the beach. And why not? My husband and I fell in love at the beach.
Why struggle over a menu, a table setting,, dishes... man.... those dishes.. when you really don't need to. Create a new tradition.
It started off with Nana and Grandpa's arrival on Tuesday night. That night, Lucas won an epic Monopoly game in front of the fireplace.
The next night the adults enjoyed pizzas and wine while playing bocce at a local spot. The ladies won, of course.
We are all thrilled to have our beautiful cousin Brynne practically next door in San Francisco and even more thrilled that she can easily join us for these holidays!
The next day, Thanksgiving, we hit the beach, as we do every year. We spent the day playing on the ocean's edge and hunting down sand dollars. (We found an enact one!) This year we discovered a new spot called Aquarius in the Dream Inn in Santa Cruz, CA. Just lovely with its floor to ceiling windows followed by a walk on the pier to watch the sea lions and sunset. Magic Meter was off the charts!
The day after Thanksgiving, we all went back to the beach to get our tree at a family-owned farm on the ocean. On the way, we stopped on a road-side sand dune to watch the whales swim along.When we got to the farm, we were greeted by a big fire-pit with all you can eat marshmallows- which Hudson took literally. Throughout the farm were huge swings hanging from redwoods and giant wooden xylophones.
On our way back from the farm, we stopped by my favorite roadside stand, Swanton Berry Farm for jam, soup and a few old-fashioned games.
The rest of the weekend was spent watching holiday movies and making Christmas cookies. What a magical (okay, I can't help myself ) holiday!!