
Before our little last minute trip, we spent hours dreaming at VacationRentals.com. We rented this adorable (if tiny) beach house, which by-the-way, (if you have a million dollars laying around) is for sale.


Beach House v. Hotel
This was my first experience with a beach house. I loved the privacy of it all. The quaintness. The not-walking-down-an-ugly-hall-to-an-ugly-room. The fifties style. The full kitchen.

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