I have always loved the sea. From the first time I experienced an ocean beach, I felt drawn to it, its vastness, the steady rhythm of the waves, the sounds and smells and textures. Growing up in Rochester, New York, hundreds of miles from the Atlantic coast, I didn’t have the chance to visit the sea very often (though Lake Ontario is a pretty fair facsimile!). And so, whenever my family would take a trip to the coast, I always looked forward to it, counted down the days. The trips never disappointed.
But there was one trip, one particular experience, that stands out, apart from the rest.
It was midsummer 1994, and my family and I took a two-week expedition to Prince Edward Island, Canada–to this day, the most beautiful place I have ever seen. We toured the Island, took in the sights, the rich red dirt roads and farms…
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