the train station at Enoshima
check out all the surfers. they look like little seals from a distance.
lots of windsurfers in the bay
Last weekend we remembered we live on an island. Tough to remember when you are hemmed in by buildings, cars, cement and concrete. Easy to remember when you can take an express train from James's station and arrive at the Pacific Ocean in less than an hour. The smell of salt and ocean was so sweet after weeks of putting our head down and going about city life. And, this is no Pacific Ocean water of our Oregon years...this was warm and swimming worthy water. The black sand beach makes the water look murky, but we had no qualms about jumping in on a hot, muggy day.