Day #7 in DC: Beachtime!

Our trip to the beach, which took about three hours with stops.

The drive to the beach was pretty generic, but this bridge was impressive: The Chesapeake Bay Bridge.

It’s a weird crossing, because at some point a second bridge was built next to the original bridge, but they’re not identical.

We arrived at the house our hosts had on loan from a relative at noon, ate lunch, and then went straight to the beach! (Observant people may notice the shadows being rather long in this image. That’s because I took this photo at the end of the day, and not when we arrived at lunchtime, because I was carrying a ton of stuff.  Live with it.)

A beach in sight!

We found a spot to drop our stuff, and made ourselves comfortable.

Surf-shields, made by the early risers. We didn’t arrive until after lunch, i.e. late!

The view in the other direction.

Our hosts had bought a couple of bodyboards, which ended up in constant use.

Emma getting rid of her shoes.

Finnur and Bjarki in the heavy surf.

Bjarki kept getting really cold in the sea, so he ended up dug into the sand in an attempt to warm up.

Anna soon joined him!

Getting watered by dad.

Here’s an Emma in one of the last swimsuits available in stores at the end of the summer season.

Bjarki was really apprehensive about the sea, but his courage grew as time wore on.

Hole-building.

The freakishly white family.

Admiring the view.

Elsa and Þráinn being extra adorable.

At five pm a curious thing happened.  The lifeguards ordered everybody out of the ocean, and then left.  Apparently they have to let everyone know their work-hours are over, after which people are on their own.  We decided to call it a day soon thereafter.

A stream of people leaving, now that the lifeguards were gone.

To avoid the parking lot traffic jam which everybody leaving, we stopped to buy ice cream.

The strawberry sorbet left Anna with crazy red lips!

Checking out the documenting photo.

After some deliberations, we ended up going to a “hibachi-style” restaurant (Tokyo Steakhouse), where a chef cooks them meal at the table you’re sitting at.

Bjarki trying to put on a brave face in spite of being both very tired and hungry.

Sparkling water, yum!

Bjarki in a camera face-off.

“Don’t touch the hot-plate!”

After some waiting, our chef finally arrived. He turned out the be the same guy we’d seen cook for a couple of tables already, and he was getting a little tired. But he did put on an impressive show!

He performed lots of cool tricks in between actually cooking food for us. It was pretty neat!

We ate, and all were happy. Well, except the tired kids, so we went straight to home base to put everyone to bed!