#atlantic beach pie

[fullcravings]

Lemon-Lime Atlantic Beach Pie with Saltine Crust

[emgoesmed]

4/15/2024

Accountability session w/ friends because we all have so much onboarding paperwork to get through for residency :') but pie makes everything easier <3

[2lamb2time]

atlantic beach pie with a tangerine twist - used fresh squeezed kishu tangerines from our backyard 🍊🍊🍊

[firstelevens]

I just made a salted whipped cream to go on top of this citrus pie that I make all that time and y'all........it was life-changing

[ladamedusoif]

Visiting - Chapter Two: Bright in the Sea

(moodboard by the wonderful @cutesyscreenname)

Pairing: Professor!Ben (College AU) x OFC Lydia/fem!Reader (reader POV/2nd POV)

Summary: Seeking a change of scenery after her life falls apart, Lydia crosses the Atlantic and arrives in a small New England town, to spend a year expanding her intellectual horizons as a visiting professor of art history at a small liberal arts college. Her growing friendship with Ben Morales, professor of Hispanic literature, forces Lydia to confront the fallout from her past - and raises unexpected questions about the future.

Chapter Summary: Lydia continues to settle in at Barrow College, developing a closer friendship with Ben as well as other colleagues. Not everything is smooth sailing, however, and things come to a head at a staff team-building away day at a New England beach.

Word Count: 6.5k (??)

Rating: Mature; will become Explicit in later chapters.

Content (chapter specific): Professor Ben College AU; smaller-than-usual-for-this-fandom age gap (she is 41 and Ben 47 when the story begins); canon is not a thing here; slow burn; strong language; thinly-veiled racism and discrimination; accent discrimination; "anti-woke" culture war nonsense from academics; not all historians, etc; alcohol consumption; discussion of anxiety and panic disorders as well as coping methods.

A/N: This chapter is part world-building, part "dealing with academic assholes", part meet more characters - all woven through the growing friendship between Lydia and Ben. I guess this is mostly fluff but kinda angsty at times? I did warn you it was a slow burn...

Much of this chapter is set around academic administrative and 'team-building' activities. Trust me when I say that these are the norm if you work in a contemporary university or college (and that I'm jealous of the Barrow people having a cute beach house for these events).

Also trust me when I say that the views and attitudes of K. Wright Lacroix are scarily common in academia on both sides of the Atlantic, and kicking against this is vital.

The title of this chapter is taken from the lyrics to Laura Veirs' song 'Cast a Hook in Me'.

I also listened to Lisa Hannigan's Sea Sew album while writing the last scene, and 'Sea Song' from that record feels very fitting for these two.

See the Series Masterlist for an outline of Lydia's story and background.

Further, short A/N right at the end to avoid any spoilers.

Taglist: @cutesyscreenname; @lunapascal; @fuckyeahdindjarin; @julesonrecord; @tieronecrush; @perennialdoll247; @vermillionwinter ; @iamskyereads ; @love-the-abyss; @tessa-quayle; @javierisms; @imaswellkid

The universal language of twenty-first century academia is, it seems, all-faculty meetings in airless lecture theatres, fuelled by terrible coffee and slightly stale cookies. 

For you, though, attending your first proper meeting of the year at Barrow was a novelty, and the mid-September residual sunshine and warm temperatures (by your standards) meant that your new colleagues were in an upbeat mood. 

Well, more or less.

“Are you ready for your first mandatory death by a thousand statistics? Fuuuuuck me, I hate this shit.”

Ani Sen stands at your office door, hip cocked, dark curls piled on top of their head to show off their freshly trimmed, back to school undercut, and impossibly funky, bright green glasses dangling from one hand. 

“It can’t be as bad as an all-staff briefing I once had,” you suggest, scooping up your notebook, pen, and iPad and popping them into a tote bag. “Twenty minutes with the head of department and every slide had an animated graph, pie chart, or word art on it. I felt nauseous.”

Ani grimaces. “Okay, that does sound fucking awful. But where we lack in pointless animations, we make up for in tedium. And dick-swinging.”

The first time you met Ani, a fellow art historian and specialist in contemporary art, you’d been in awe of how cool they were. Mid-40s, smart, stylish, and highly accomplished, Ani’s coolness was positively glacial. They were also sweet, kind, and incredibly funny, their brand of sardonic (and sweary) humour chiming perfectly with your own. 

Ani’s best friend in the faculty was Evan Rhys, a colleague of Ben’s in the literature department. Where Ani was dry and sardonic, Evan was bright and effervescent. He was about 40, tall and rangy, piercings dangling from one ear, and a perpetual spark of colour in the faculty corridors. When you first met him, Evan was sporting a shock of bright orange hair and a lurid green slash-necked jersey shirt, paired with white jeans and a pair of Converse exactly the same colour as his hair. 

He was, perhaps unsurprisingly, a huge student favourite. Rather more surprisingly, for a college professor entering middle age, he also had an Instagram following in the tens of thousands. (Ani was completely at a loss as to why he was so popular. “It’s just photos of him in those fucking outfits!”, they whined. “Maybe it’s because he matches them to his hair.”)

Between them, Ani and Evan had wasted no time in ensuring that you were invited for lunches, coffees, and introductions to the colleagues they thought you’d like to meet. Or, as Ani put it, “I’m gonna make sure you meet the non-fuckwits first.” 

There was no shortage of fuckwits, apparently. Ani had drawn up a masterlist - “in case I’ve forgotten someone is, or has been known to be, a dick.” You had scanned it casually, feeling an unexpected surge of relief when you note that Ben Morales’ name is absent. 

You knew deep down that he wasn’t a fuckwit, though lord knows what he thought of you. But you had had one day to get the measure of the man - Ani had been working here, alongside him, for several years. 

“I met Ben Morales on my first day,” you mentioned, trying to sound casual. “He was tasked with doing the welcome for me. Seemed really nice, actually.”

Ani closed their eyes and makes a sort of “awwwwwh!” noise, as if they’d just seen a red panda or a sea otter or some other furry creature of equivalent cuteness. 

“Oh, definitely not a fuckwit. Me and Evan have coffee with him or sometimes go out with a bigger group to Murphy’s - that’s the one bar that even students usually steer clear of. Ben’s the anti-fuckwit, actually, in every sense. Just an all-round good guy.” They raised an eyebrow. “Total fucking dork, though.”

Total dork or not, Ben had continued to take his welcome duties seriously. A couple of days after your welcome meeting, he’d met you in the staff lounge yawning at the filter coffee machine while it brewed up a fresh pot. 

“Are we running you ragged already?”

You turned, smiling when you realised who it was. “I swear to god, I get the worst slumps around 4pm. Trying to get ahead of this one.”

He nodded sympathetically and brandished his blue mug. “Why do you think I’m here?” 

The next day, around the same time, you were about to get up from your desk in search of coffee when you noticed a familiar silhouette in the glass panel of your office door: Ben, bearing two cups of coffee (one black, one with creamer). 

“I hope you don’t mind? I was getting some for myself and remembered what you said about your 4pm slump, so…”

You beckoned him into the office and to a spare seat, gladly accepting the cup and placing it on your desk. “I’m so grateful. Coffee to your door? Come on, that’s the dream.” You rummaged in your tote bag, producing a small box of cookies and shaking them in his direction. “Unfortunately these are all I can offer by way of a thank you.”

It had only been a couple of weeks since you started at Barrow, but in that time the coffee call had developed into a bit of a habit on days where you were both around in the afternoons. He’d claimed that the companionable chatting that accompanied the coffee was just to see how you were getting on and make sure you had everything you needed, but you suspected that he really just liked having someone to talk about books or movies and swap silly stories with.

And you like it, too, especially when you manage to make him laugh so hard he has to take his glasses off to wipe his eyes. You’d bonded with some of your closest work friends (of all genders) at home in a similar way. It felt easy and natural with Ben from the start, and - with Ani and Evan - you were glad to have found such welcoming people so soon.

There was no sign of him at the all-staff event, though. You slip into a row of fold-down seats alongside Ani and Evan, who’s nursing the biggest iced coffee you’ve ever seen. 

“Have you prepared her?” he asks Ani, who’s retrieving a pen and notebook from their bag. 

“I have. From what she’s said, this is a universal experience. She’ll be fine. Right Lydia?” 

He swigs some coffee, ice cubes clattering inside the enormous plastic goblet. “Not every college has a Professor Lacroix, though”, he muses, ominously. 

You are about to ask who Professor Lacroix is when you feel a brush of fabric on your right arm and detect a familiar scent: clean soap, paper, bergamot, slightly spicy cologne, and with the addition, now, of coffee.

“Okay if I sit here?” Ben is gesturing to the empty seat beside you, at the end of the row. He’s a little more formally dressed than usual: black jeans, checked shirt, and a dark red tie. Somehow he’s managing to carry a cup of coffee, his glasses, and a folder all at once, and an old conference tote bag is slung over his shoulder. 

“Of course!” you nod, moving your things over to clear space. He sits down and puts on his glasses before turning to you with a smile.

“Benjamin,” Evan says, nodding and raising his enormous iced coffee in Ben’s direction. Ben reciprocates the gesture, nodding with exaggerated ceremony. Evan’s gaze shifts to focus on Ben’s tie.

“Um. Benjamin. Are those…giraffes?”

You turn to look a little closer. Sure enough, Ben’s tie features a pattern of tiny giraffes, woven into the silk fabric. He looks down and lifts up the tie.

“My brother’s kids got it for me at the San Diego Zoo,” he explains. “I promised them I’d wear it for the first talk I had to give this year.” 

Evan remains sceptical, sipping on his coffee as if the tie has personally offended him. You are about to tell Ben about your eldest niece’s love of giraffes when Professor Jennifer (Jen to most, Jenny to very few) Arden walks up to the end of your row. 

Jen is head of the literature department at Barrow and a formidable figure in the world of gender studies, with a publication record as long as her arm. She is petite and fine-boned, her dark bob neatly slicked down, and she always looks perfect: beautifully tailored palazzo pants, gorgeous silk blouses, and a collection of statement necklaces that you covet greatly. She’s incredibly smart, deeply charismatic and very no nonsense, but has been extremely kind and welcoming thus far, embodying the perfect blend of “do no harm, take no shit” that a role like hers requires. 

She’s also close to Ben, having joined the department around the same time. One day over lunch, Ani had mentioned to you that there’d even been a student rumour about them being secretly married. “Someone in one of my classes once claimed - no, swore blind - to have met them grocery shopping in town with their kids. Their KIDS!!” Ani laughed so hard the tears ran down their face. “Her wife is a goddamn paediatric surgeon for crying out loud, and a gorgeous one at that! I mean, no offence to Ben but if they saw Rachel they’d realise how wrong they were, because she’s incredible.” 

Jen checks in ahead of the staff briefing, making sure you’re okay with being introduced to the entire faculty (do you really have a choice?) and confirming that Ben’s ready for his presentation. 

“It’s going to be great, promise. It’s vital work.” She pats Ben’s shoulder in a gesture of reassurance.

Ben looks up at her, his expression uncertain. “And if there’s a backlash…?”

Jen raises an eyebrow. “Then we deal with it. Don’t let the bastards grind us down.”

When she's returned to the central podium you ask Ben about the presentation, wondering why he’s preparing for a negative reaction. This sort of trepidation was normally only seen when someone was about to announce a faculty restructure or cuts. 

“It’s the next stage in the diversity and inclusivity initiative we’ve been working on,” he explains, opening his folder to retrieve some of the documents. “It’s a team effort - I’m just the person who reports back on the committee’s plans. Unfortunately, some colleagues aren’t quite so keen and -“

He’s interrupted by the loud voice of Professor Andrew Whitney, faculty dean, calling for attention as the meeting gets under way. “I’ll explain later,” Ben whispers, dark eyes serious behind his glasses, “but…well. You’ll see.”

Professor Whitney introduces you about halfway through the meeting. “…who will be with us for the entire academic year, working in Art History. Lydia?” He scans the lecture theatre. “Perhaps you could introduce yourself more fully, tell us about your expertise and plans for the year?”

Panic rises in your chest. Public speaking is literally part of your job, but something about the rows of expectant faces makes you want to sprint up the steps of the hall and run.

A gentle nudge from your right. “I think that’s your cue. You got this, don’t worry.” 

You nod appreciatively at Ben as you get to your feet, introducing yourself and explaining your research interests. “So, uh, yeah. I’m really excited to be here, and thank you all for being so welcoming so far.”

You sit back down as quickly as possible, heat rising in your face. Jen stands up at the podium and leans into the main microphone. “A reminder too that, as is traditional, Lydia has two elective modules open to students on any major/minor combo in the faculty, so please do encourage your students to sign up! Lydia, would you like to tell us what these are?”

You stand up again. “Um, semester one is a course on unpacking the gaze in visual culture, focusing on the female gaze and queering the gaze; semester two is focused on readings in radical theory and applying this to visual culture studies. All welcome! No prior knowledge required!”

Jen grins at you from the podium and lightly applauds. You suddenly become conscious of a theatrically loud tut-tutting coming from the other side of the lecture theatre, where a pale man with sandy-coloured hair and dressed in a navy blazer, chinos, striped shirt and bow tie is staring directly and disapprovingly at you. 

Evan leans over. “That’s Professor Lacroix. I think you’re his worst nightmare. Apart from Ani. And me. And probably Ben, after this.” He gestures towards the podium.

Ben is standing at the rostrum, loading up his PowerPoint presentation. He seems a little nervous, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck and occasionally fiddling with his tie. 

When he glances around the hall and meets your eye, you can’t help but give him a little thumbs up, mouthing “you got this!” in a reciprocal act of reassurance. He half-smiles, and starts the presentation. 

He’s a natural: convincing and engaging, every detail meticulously prepared and evidenced. The project, it transpires, focuses on making Barrow - historically associated with providing a liberal arts education for the “elite” (translation: rich white people) - more inclusive and diverse through a range of admission schemes, scholarships and grants, and ongoing support. 

You can see why Ben is the committee’s spokesperson. His passion for the project is plain to see as he outlines the supports being introduced - monitoring progress for students who’ve entered through the new schemes, offering extra, free support services and guidance to help them throughout their degrees, and so on. 

“A liberal arts education is for everyone,” he says, “A college like Barrow is for everyone. We’ve started to make this a reality, and this year - with your help - we’ll ensure every student gets the support they need.” 

Applause ripples through the theatre - except from the po-faced Professor Lacroix, who exhales, rolls his eyes, and does the most half-hearted attempt at clapping imaginable. 

Ani leans in to you as Ben walks back up to his seat. “Lacroix is Fuckwit Numero Uno. King Fuckwit. The Fuckwit Tzar.”

Sure enough, when you look back over in his direction you notice that Lacroix has his hand up. Andrew Whitney calls on him to ask his question, and you swear you can hear everyone around you doing a sharp intake of breath. 

“Professor Whitney,” Lacroix drawls in a bizarre mid-Atlantic accent, “I suspect you know what I am about to ask. But I must once again express my concerns about the direction of travel in this faculty.” To your horror, you notice a handful of his colleagues in history nodding appreciatively. 

“Fuuuuuuck offffffffff”, Ani mutters under their breath. You steal a glance at Ben, whose usually open and friendly face has fallen into a scowl, jaw ticking as if he’s biting his tongue for fear of what he might say. 

Lacroix turns in your direction, and gestures to himself. “We haven’t been introduced. I’m K. Wright Lacroix, Professor of American History.”

“The K stands for Kevin,” Ben whispers in your ear. “Or Kunt”, Evan adds, draining his iced coffee and forcing Ani to suppress a giggle. 

Lacroix isn’t that old. Hell, he might be younger than you, but he’s got that countenance of someone who came out of the womb clutching a copy of the National Review. He continues speaking, now addressing the entire hall. 

“Over the last couple of years this college has drifted in a dangerous direction,” he pronounces, as if addressing a rally. “We have had the incursion of critical race theory, gender ideology, and now we have our visiting professor offering radical theory to our students. Meanwhile, traditional subjects and approaches - the bedrock of the liberal arts education! - are forgotten.”

You want the ground to open up and swallow you. This isn’t the first time you’ve had this shit thrown at you. It won’t be the last. But the tacit acquiescence to this guy’s bullshit is mortifying. 

Ben is clutching a pen in his right hand, long fingers gripping it like he’s afraid to let go. 

“And of course, we have just heard the latest from Professor Morales and his comrades - pardon me, committee - in their efforts to kill off the grand Barrow tradition of high standards and academic excellence. And I ask once again - where will it end? Who will we ‘cancel’ this year?”

There’s something about the way he pronounces Ben’s surname - technically correct, if one was speaking Spanish, but with an extremely exaggerated accent intended to reiterate its “foreignness” - that makes you feel sick. Coupled with his use of “comrades”, the implication is clear. You’re appalled and surprised. This sort of thing would result in immediate action if it happened in your institution. Wouldn’t it?

The seats in the lecture theatre are close together, and as a result you can actually feel Ben’s entire body tense up. Ani is throwing their hands up in exasperation. 

“Can we move on? This isn’t adding anything to the meeting, for crying out loud!”

Professor Whitney waves his hand in a call for calm. Jen Arden is rolling her eyes and shooting daggers at K. Wright Lacroix. 

“Thank you, Professor Lacroix. As ever, your comments will be noted.” Professor Whitney looks at his watch. “I think that’s us done. A reminder: the annual away day is on Saturday, at the Barrow beach house! A wonderful opportunity for some team building and lobster rolls, as always!”

In your experience, an “away day” literally meant going to another room on campus to eat terrible buffet food while doing team exercises and focus groups. There was no “away” involved. It comes as a surprise, then, when the reaction to Professor Whitney’s announcement from the room is decidedly muted. 

“Why does no one seem to like a beach away day?” you ask Ani as you pack up your things. 

“Because they expect us to attend at weekends, because the actual beach time involves stupid shit like scavenger hunts or building a raft, because Andrew fucking Whitney thinks that’s how you build collegiality and interdisciplinary working,” they hiss. “Plus, it’s cheap - the college owns the property so they don’t have to pay venue hire.”

You turn to ask Ben if it’s really as bad as all that, but he’s already gone.

You swing by the college canteen, in search of some sustenance to bring back to the desk. Evan is still fuming from the briefing. 

“Fucking historians I swear to fuck!” he hisses, assessing the selection of sandwiches on offer. 

“I mean, they’re not all like that guy,” you offer, trying to defuse the tension. You’re still smarting, too - not so much from the stuff Lacroix had directed at you, as the casual racism and classism in his comments about the diversity initiatives. About Ben. 

Evan exhales and reaches for a hummus and roasted vegetable wrap. “I know. Some of my best friends are historians, as they say. It’s just Lacroix. He gives them a bad name. And he’s always had it in for anyone who isn’t a cishet WASPy fucker.”

“Why doesn’t anyone do anything? I mean, he’s clearly guilty of implicit discrimination, at a minimum.”

Evan rolls his eyes. “First, he’s a bit of a nepo baby. Family of academics. Well connected, especially to the head of the college. Well off. So the college leadership doesn't really bother pursuing it when the issues are raised.” 

He fills a paper cup of filter coffee for himself. “Secondly, the Barrow way is that colleagues - as in, permanent employees of the college - aren’t allowed to directly confront colleagues unless it’s specific to a class. There’s a process involving filling out forms. Supposed to stop confrontation and tensions, apparently.”

“What the fuck??”

“I know. It’s toxic.”

You fill a coffee cup for yourself, add creamer, then pour another. Black, this time. You pick up two donuts: one glazed, one powdered sugar. You walk with Evan as far as his office and then continue along the corridor. 

You can see him through the glass panel in his office door, sitting at his desk. He appears to be reading something on his computer screen while absentmindedly playing with a little bobblehead figurine on his desk, lightly tapping its head so it wobbles back and forth. 

You knock gently, holding up the coffee expectantly when Ben looks up. He nods, beckoning you in. 

“This is very kind. Thank you.” He looks deflated. He takes off his glasses, pinches the bridge of his nose, and exhales. 

“I’ll leave you be. I just thought you might appreciate the coffee -”

Ben shakes his head, gesturing for you to sit down. “No, no. Just a bit of a headache. I probably need caffeine. Stay. Please stay?” 

You sit down in the chair facing his desk, opening the bag of donuts. “Glazed or powdered sugar?” 

His eyes widen and his mouth forms a little “o” shape. “Ooh. I think I’ll go with powdered sugar.” He smiles as you hand him the donut on a serviette. 

Ben’s office is, well, very him, inasmuch as you know what “him” is after a couple of weeks : a substantial desk with an anglepoise lamp stands in front of the tall windows, covered in piles of papers and books; a mid-century armchair sits in one corner with a low table beside it and a floor lamp behind, also stacked with books; and there’s a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, all heaving with texts of various shapes and sizes (and in several languages, you’d noticed). Family photos and framed prints are dotted here and there, and you’ve been meaning to ask him about some of the trinkets that you can see on some of the shelves.

“I was really impressed by what you said today about the diversity and inclusion initiative, you know,” you say, sipping your coffee. “It’s such important work, and the plans are great. Like Jen said, it’s vital.”

He shrugs and chews thoughtfully on his donut, powdered sugar lightly dusting his moustache. “You saw what I meant about some colleagues not being keen.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I know I've only been here a few weeks, and it may not be my place to say it, but… that guy’s just one asshole. One asshole on the wrong side of history, ironically for a historian. And he shouldn’t be allowed to treat colleagues like that. Especially not the way he…well, how he referred to you.”

Ben sighs, resigned. “It’s not the first time, probably won’t be the last. It’s not that simple here, unfortunately. There’s a rule -”

“Evan mentioned it to me. And - again, might be speaking out of turn - in this case it’s fucking stupid. Anyway, more importantly - the scheme sounds fantastic, and I’d be glad to talk over some of the equivalent stuff we do at my place sometime. Maybe share some best practice and swap ideas?” 

Ben tilts his head and smiles. “I’d like that.”

You scrunch up the paper bag. “Before I go, I’ve got two questions.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Go on.”

“One. Is the beach away day really that bad, and what’s the dress code? Because I’m not sure I want to do bathing suit chic in front of the entire faculty.”

He huffs a laugh. “It’s not that bad. Just be prepared to help academics who’ve never as much as changed a lightbulb complete a scavenger hunt or assemble a raft from a selection of junk. And shorts are about as far as anyone goes. Thankfully.” 

You feign wiping sweat from your brow. “Phew. Okay, question two. Can I see who that bobble head is?”

He turns the figurine around. “It’s our old pal Indy. I know you’ve probably never seen a professor with a bobble head in their office before. Please don’t judge me.”

“Judge you?!” Your grin is wide and genuine. “Just wait until you see my historical figures Playmobil collection. I love this! He’s got a PhD and everything. Didn’t you say he’d given you a misleading expectation of what it would be like to be an academic, though?”

He smiles at the figure, sending Indy’s head bobbing in its Panama hat. “I did. Not so much the fighting Nazis thing. More so that he never had to do any admin. And that he could climb out of his office to escape students.”

“That said… some might argue that you’re fighting oppressive and would-be dictatorial individuals, just at work rather than in the field? Wait - I didn’t say that. You never heard anything.” You mime locking your mouth and throwing away the key. 

Ben gasps before collapsing in a fit of laughter. “Holy shit, Lydia, you’re the only one who could get away with that.” He rests his hands on the desk and tries to recover his composure. “Fuck. I really needed a laugh.”

You nod your head as you open the door to leave. “At your service.”

“Has everyone found their teams and their colour-coded sticker?”

Andrew Whitney is trying to corral an entire faculty’s worth of humanities academics into five teams for his grand team-building exercise - as Ani predicted, this year it involves building a raft. To promote interdisciplinary communication (per Professor Whitney’s introductory talk, delivered that morning), the teams are mixed, with people from various departments working together. To your relief, K. Wright Lacroix is on a different team, one primarily made up of other historians. Ben is on a team with Evan, and you and Ani are working together with a mixed group of musicologists and literature colleagues. 

Though most of your colleagues remain cynical - Evan, for example, is wearing huge sunglasses, an enormous black hoodie emblazoned with the word NOPE, and a brightly-patterned pair of board shorts - you’re enjoying the relatively warm mid-September weather, stiff ocean breeze notwithstanding, and appreciating the novelty of seeing the New England coastline. Not having banked on a professional visit to the beach so soon, you’ve rustled up your most beach-appropriate and practical attire from your limited wardrobe: a pair of dark green cropped linen culottes and a long-sleeved Breton striped top, with a trusty pair of vintage-style leather sandals. 

Ani stamps their Teva-clad feet on the sand and pulls up the hood on their tie-dye oversized sweatshirt, wrapping their arms around themselves to warm up. “You know the drill, right? We just have to make something that’s going to stay afloat for like, a minute.” 

You nod. “And we can use the pile of beach trash in the middle as our source for components, and the aim is to work together to decide on a design and execute it. Is there a prize?”

Ani looks at you with a pitying glare. “Two guesses, girl. I’m motivated by spite. I just wanna beat the shit out of fucking Master and Commander over there.” They flick their head towards Lacroix and the historians, who seem to be assessing wind speed and direction by holding up fingers and tossing paper handkerchiefs into the air.

The building process is less an example of teamwork and more a sociological case study in group project dynamics, where one or two people take the lead and do most of the work while the rest kick back. Ani’s desperation to triumph over Kevin Lacroix and his crew has them going hell for leather in designing a simple but lightweight structure, dispatching you to gather plastic bottles and twine for the other team members to bind together. 

You wander over to see how Evan and Ben are getting on. Evan is literally motionless, sitting in a lotus position on the sand with his hood up and shades on. Ben, clad in a pair of dark red shorts, a navy zip-up hoodie, and a grey, well-worn Wilco Yankee Hotel Foxtrot T-shirt, is constructing a mast and sail of some sort from a long twig and an empty plastic bag. The ocean breeze has left his hair a tousled mess and he appears to be squinting against the glare despite wearing his sunglasses, but he looks like he’s in his element. 

He notices you and waves, and you move a little closer. Your culottes flap against your legs in the wind, and you have to rest a hand on your brow to shield the sun enough to see him properly.

“I think you’re enjoying this, Professor Morales.”

Ben stands up, leaning forward to brush the sand from his knees and thighs. The gesture draws your attention, unconsciously, to the strong, lean muscles of his legs. 

Your brain immediately remembers, unbidden, that he cycles to work. 

He shrugs but his smile says it all. “Transferable skills!” he admits. “Building Lego taught me everything I know.”

A roar from Ani jolts you. “Lydia get your ass over here we have like ten minutes I swear to fuck!”

“They want to beat Lacroix,” you explain. Ben lowers his sunglasses and looks at you conspiratorially. 

“Who doesn’t?”

And then he winks at you.

Ani is a pretty good raft-builder when they’re out for blood. Your team's haphazard construction bobs around in the surf while its captain whoops and cheers it on from the shore. The musicologists have long absconded to the beach house, hoping to steal an early march on the lobster rolls, so it’s just you, Ani, and a couple of the literature people left to witness the triumph of the SS Fork This Shirt.

“I thought you hated this stuff?” you ask Ani while they jump up and down in the sand. 

“I love it when I’m winning and Fuckwit Tzar over there is not.” They gesture to where Lacroix is hastily trying to fix the mast on the overly elaborate ship his team had constructed out of an old plastic barrel. “Hey, historians!" Ani roars. "Oceans are battlefieeeeeeelds!” 

Lacroix’s raft is the only one not to successfully set sail, which makes Ani even happier. Evan embraces them in a hug as you all stroll up to the beach house for the long-awaited lobster rolls.

The beach house, which was left to the college by a former professor, is an early twentieth-century building with shiplap cladding painted a pale blue with white accents, accessed from the beach via a white wooden staircase. Two white Adirondack chairs sit in a small garden facing the ocean, perfectly placed to admire the view.

You fall into step with Jen Arden and Ben as you join the rest of your colleagues inside. You’re all ready to dive in for a lobster roll when Andrew Whitney puts himself between you and the food. Never a wise move, but this is technically the boss, after all. 

“So tell me, Lydia, are you settling in okay? What made you want to come to us for the year?” 

You have your responses down pat. Professor Whitney seems impressed enough, moving on to ask about your plans for your elective classes. 

You’re in the middle of explaining the concept of “queering the gaze” when a familiar but unwelcome face appears alongside the faculty dean. K. Wright Lacroix sips his white wine as he tries to insert himself into the conversation, and you feel deeply uncomfortable. 

The next time there’s a natural lull, he pounces.

“I’m not here to critique your ideology this time, my dear. I am here to offer some friendly, constructive advice. Your accent, it's…difficult to follow. Impenetrable, at times. You speak very quickly, you know, and not all of us are used to having colleagues or tutors with an accent.” 

You silently try to draw on some of the grounding techniques you’d learned for anxiety, willing yourself to stay calm. 

“Technically, everyone’s got an accent,” you say quietly. 

He understood that, alright. “Be that as it may - think about your new surroundings.” He speaks to you as if you are from another planet. “Speak more slooooowly. Enunciate. Yes?”

Your eyes are starting to prickle with tears but fury is rising in your chest. Fuckwit Numero Uno, indeed. 

“There’s nothing wrong with how Lydia speaks, Kevin.” Ben, behind you, has overheard the last part of the conversation. “No one else has trouble understanding. Do you, Andrew?”

Professor Whitney is flustered, eyes darting between the three of you. “I…do not.”

Kevin Lacroix looks like he’s sucking a lemon. “Another bit of friendly advice, Lydia.” He flicks a glance at Ben before returning to stare at you. “Choose your friends here carefully. Though, admittedly, it looks like Morales here has already won you over.”

That fucking exaggerated pronunciation, again. 

The red mist descends. 

“Oh, okay. Enough. There you go again. I know your colleagues can’t say this - but I can. I’m not a permanent colleague, am I?” You’re trying not to raise your voice, but it’s taking every ounce of self-control you have not to let this creep have it. 

Lacroix looks startled, clearly unused to someone letting rip. 

“I don’t know exactly what your problem is, but I can take a pretty good guess. And if this is the stuff you throw out in public about someone like Ben - I mean, about Professor Morales - then I can only imagine what you say in private about your colleagues. And it’s disgraceful. No wonder you can’t abide the work being done to make this a more diverse and inclusive institution.”

You do not notice that the hum of conversation in the rest of the room has died down, as your colleagues turn their ears and eyes towards you.

“I genuinely don’t care if you think I speak quickly or not, but I do care that I’m about to spend a year in a working environment where someone can undermine their colleagues on the basis of their ethnicity or identity or gender or their first language or even just what they teach. That is not the image this college should want going out into the world.” You glance over at Andrew Whitney, who shifts uncomfortably.

“I don’t need your advice on how I speak, Professor Lacroix, and I certainly don’t need your advice on choosing friends. I think I’ve done pretty well so far on that front, you know?” 

It’s only when you turn to meet Ben’s gaze that you realise everyone has been watching and listening to you tearing strips off K. Wright Lacroix. There’s a note of concern in Ben’s eyes, and when you look for Ani you see them mouth the words “Fuck, Lyd”.

You fucked up. This isn’t how they do things. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Fuck.

“Um, Professor Whitney? I will follow the official complaints procedure, just to keep everything above board, and…yeah. Excuse me.”

You walk as quickly as you can out of the house, settling on one of the wooden chairs out front as you try to quell the panic starting to grip your whole body.

Deep breaths, and the sound of the sea. Eyes closed, you concentrate on your breathing and on the waves lapping at the shore.

“Hey.”

Ben is standing beside you, a plate with a lobster roll in one hand and a glass of what looks like lemonade in the other. “I don’t think you managed to get a lobster roll in there, did you?”

You shake your head, and he hands you the food and drink, tilting his head as if he’s trying to read your mood. 

“I wouldn’t mind some company, if you’d like?” You gesture to the other chair, placed just to the right of yours. He does that little half-smile of his and sits down, looking out to sea as you tuck into your food.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck me!” 

Ben turns, startled. You swallow the bite of your lobster roll.

“M’sorry. It’s just so good. I didn’t realise how hungry I was. Or hangry, maybe.”

“You didn’t have to say that, you know? Inside.” He looks back out towards the Atlantic, brow slightly furrowed.

“I’m really sorry, Ben. I just…me and my big mouth. I am so sorry if I’ve caused trouble for you, and - fuck. Not even been here a month and I’m a troublemaker. Typical.” 

“You’re not a troublemaker, Lydia. I meant that you didn’t have to feel it was on you to take Lacroix to task like that.” He turns slightly towards you and a smile creeps over his face. “But I’m kind of glad you did. Dropping that ‘international reputation’ thing with Andrew Whitney there? Fuck, Lyd. It was…pretty badass.”

“I just hate that fucking gatekeeping shit from people like…him. It’s hard enough making it in this job without connections and family prestige or whatever he’s got.” You shrug. “And anyway, you stuck up for me and my accent, too.”

He hums thoughtfully as he watches the surf breaking on the sand. “It’s what friends do, isn’t it?” 

You study his profile for a moment. The art historian in you is somewhat tickled by its near-classical proportions, noting the strong curve of his aquiline nose. You’d never noticed the little heart-shaped patch of bare skin in his beard before, either.

“It’s really beautiful here, isn’t it?” you say quietly, turning your gaze back to the water. “Maybe they’ll let me just move out here for the duration of the visiting role, keep me in lobster rolls all year.”

He chuckles. “It is beautiful. It’s nice to have the ocean relatively close. And hey, if you do stay here and need help eating the lobster rolls, well…”

A crunch on the gravel of the front yard interrupts the conversation. Ani has come to find the two of you. 

“They’re loading us back on the buses to campus now, dudes. You okay, Lyd?” 

You pop the last of the lobster roll into your mouth and give them a thumbs up. 

“More than okay. Apparently, I’m a badass now.”

This time, you wink at him.

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Further A/N: Kevin Lacroix's comments to Lydia about how she speaks and her 'having an accent' are, believe it or not, based on actual stuff that was said to me by a colleague at a conference in the US.

Reminder: everyone has an accent.

Thanks, as ever, to the Visiting headcanons and sounding board: @cutesyscreenname, @julesonrecord, @lunapascal, @imaswellkid

[cozybearz]

not to brag (absolutely to brag) but i make a damn good atlantic beach pie i learned it for a school cooking competition and was one of the winners of that n on my 17th birthday i got up at 5am just to make several to share with everyone cause it was such a hit at the contest and a lot of people hadnt gotten to try it who wanted to and then later on i led a mini lesson to some students families in making it ive never had a complaint abt it 😌😌

its a lemon custard pie (with a bit of lime too) with a crust made of crushed saltine crackers with butter and sugar and its soooo good its from north carolina

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Postcards from Snagglepuss

So we're in Myrtle Beach and--

I can assume you must be thinking that our Christmas holidays probably passed quietly and without notice, especially in a motel room where use of hot plates is against policy (let alone the in-room microwave ovens), but just be fortunate that we were able, thanks to management of the hostelery, to look up a community dinner for Christmas, turkey and all. Which certainly surprised many of the attendees, residents and tourists in equal measure, it seemed, and enough to ask us for autographs and selfies.

Let alone being followed by a Zoom session out on the Boardwalk of Myrtle Beach, with Huck and yours truly presiding over and the Atlantic in the background. The miracles of wireless Internet, heavens to George Jetson even! And you can guess what the session mostly was, considering the holiday and such being after the community dinner. Not to mention just some general chatter with many of our fellow Funtastic types out there, as well as our shortwave radio gals, Honey and Sis even, finding some space off Highway A1A down Florida way, and not far from the legendary Cocoa Beach locale of Ron Jon's, to pull off some worldcasting attempts once sunset ensueth!

As well, a little splashing around in the waves of the Grand Strand just as sunset ensueth ... and maybe some notes to maybe look up some festivals worthy of a Character Convocation come the summer of 2023, and discuss such in a future Zoomcast. One possibility: Pie Day in Braham, Minnesota, which had to be sidelined back in 2020 because the pandemic.

"And you wonder if the competition allows for custard-type pies," Huck was casually remarking on the patio of our motel room as twilight set in, to which I responded, "Hopefully not for throwing; besides, isn't there a certain Kitty Jo, of the Cattanooga Cats even--"

"And I've even heard of her chess pie," Huck remarked.

"Hopefully," responded yours truly, "such will be worthy of entry."

"Did I ever mention about my darlin' Clementine making some of the tastiest fruit pies you've ever tried?"

"Heavens to Minute Tapioca! I think you have!" (Incidentally, tapioca added to fruit pies adds some flavour and reduces the boilover risk while baking.)

"Now, as for the main summer festival--"

That, reader, will likely be discussed quite a bit over the winter's sojourn. But in the meantime, in closure of this digression, may I just wish all of you Old Hanna-Barberians out there a happy, prosperous and healthy 2023 ... and that you'll keep enjoying these digressives across this very blog. Exit, stage nouveau ...

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Also I went to a Japanese thrift/antique shop! I didn’t buy anything but they had some cool stuff!!!!!!

Last photo is me eating a piece of pie. (I made the Atlantic beach pie)

Also japan lovesss snoopy. And I love japan for it! I just took some photos of cute lil figurines

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Important West's Culinary Gems: A Countdown of the Top ten Restaurants

Located at the southernmost tip of the United Claims, Crucial West is not just known for its turquoise seas and vivid tradition but additionally for the growing culinary scene. With a varied array of dining possibilities, from seafood shacks to fine dining establishments, the area offers a gastronomic trip like number other. In this information, we discover the crème p la crème of Important West's dining landscape, presenting the Top ten Restaurants that assurance to joy even the absolute most critical palates.

Blue Heaven: A Bohemian Oasis: Blue Paradise can be an well-known Key West establishment, noted for their laid-back environment and delicious Caribbean-inspired cuisine. Emerge a lush courtyard, patrons may appreciate recipes like seafood Benedict and Important lime pie while soaking in the modern ambiance.

Latitudes: Eating on the Edge: Perched on the secluded Sunset Important, Latitudes provides an exclusive dining experience with amazing views of the Gulf of Mexico. This upscale cafe specializes in new, domestically procured elements, supplying a selection that reflects the island's hawaiian essence.

Louie's Garden: Blend of Styles: Overlooking the Atlantic Sea, Louie's Garden seamlessly combinations Caribbean and Floridian flavors. The menu, featuring inventive meals like coconut-crusted mahi-mahi, displays the chef's commitment to culinary excellence.

A&W Seafood House: Seafood Extravaganza: A&B Seafood Home stands as a beacon for seafood enthusiasts. With a ancient placing and a selection that features the freshest catches, that restaurant is a haven for anyone seeking a real style of Important West's maritime bounty.

Hot Jar Roof: Sunset and Seafood: Located above the Water Essential Resort, Hot Tin Roof offers panoramic views of the sunset plus a menu full of seafood delicacies. From ceviche to yellowtail snapper, each dish is just a celebration of the island's coastal riches.

Santiago's Bodega: Tapas in Paradise: For a taste of Spain in the center of Crucial West, Santiago's Bodega stands out having its tapas-style dining. The intimate placing and diverse menu allow it to be a well liked among locals and readers alike.

Firefly: Southern Ease in the Tropics: Firefly provides some the National South to Key West, providing comfort food in a charming setting. From buttermilk fried chicken to shrimp and grits, this cafe provides a soothing retreat for those seeking common flavors. Best Key West restaurants on the water

Nine One Five: Old Beauty, Modern Cuisine: Stored in a superbly repaired Victorian house, Seven One Five marries ancient allure with modern cuisine. The varied menu and upscale environment make it a perfect location for a polished eating experience.

El Meson de Pepe: Cuban Sparkle in Essential West: El Meson de Pepe provides the flavors of Cuba to Crucial West, offering authentic Cuban cuisine in a exciting atmosphere. From basic ropa vieja to mojitos, that restaurant catches the soul of the Caribbean.

Roof Top Café: Sky-high Dining Delight: Ceiling Top Café requires food to new heights using its rooftop site and a menu that shows the culinary range of Key West. Patrons may appreciate from fresh seafood to leading meats while experiencing the spectacular views.

Realization:

In a destination well-known for the sunsets and beaches, Key West's culinary expertise stands apart as a spotlight for visitors. The Top Restaurants listed above signify a reduction container of styles, showcasing the island's wealthy culinary heritage. Whether you're a seafood aficionado, a fan of hawaiian fusion, or somebody seeking basic ease, Critical West's food scene has anything remarkable to offer. Engage in the culinary pleasures of heaven and savor the initial styles that produce Key West a true food lover's haven.

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Lemon Pie from Atlantic Beach Sink your taste buds into a slice of Atlantic Beach Lemon Pie and experience a burst of zesty flavors like never before.

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USA Awaits You: Book Your Tour Package from India Today

Dreaming of exploring the diverse landscapes, vibrant cities, and rich cultural tapestry of the United States? Your dream is just a booking away! In this blog post, we'll introduce you to the exciting world of USA tour package from India. From the stunning skylines of New York City to the breathtaking natural wonders of the Grand Canyon, the USA offers an array of experiences to suit every traveler. Get ready to embark on an incredible journey across the Atlantic as we explore the reasons why you should book your USA tour package from India today.

The Allure of the USA - A Land of Endless Opportunities

The United States is a land of endless opportunities and experiences. From its iconic cities to its pristine national parks, it's a country that beckons explorers and adventure seekers from all corners of the world, including India. The USA has a lot to offer, and with a well-planned tour package, you can make the most of your visit. Let's delve into the key attractions and destinations that make the USA a must-visit for Indian travelers.

Exploring Iconic American Cities

When it comes to the USA, its cities are as diverse as its landscapes. New York City, Los Angeles, Chicago, San Francisco, and Miami – these cities are like stars in the American constellation, each with its own unique charm and character. New York City boasts the bustling Times Square, the serene Central Park, and the magnificent Statue of Liberty, while Los Angeles is the entertainment capital of the world with Hollywood, Universal Studios, and stunning beaches. Chicago offers architectural wonders, San Francisco features the iconic Golden Gate Bridge, and Miami entices with its Latin flavors and beautiful beaches. Booking a USA tour package from India allows you to explore these iconic cities seamlessly, immersing yourself in their cultural vibrancy.

Natural Wonders and National Parks

From the Grand Canyon to Yellowstone National Park, the USA is blessed with some of the world's most awe-inspiring natural wonders. These national parks and scenic landscapes are a testament to the country's natural beauty and biodiversity. Imagine witnessing the sunrise over the Grand Canyon, or watching Old Faithful geyser erupt in Yellowstone. The USA tour package from India often include visits to these natural gems, providing you with an opportunity to connect with nature on an unparalleled level. So, if you're an outdoor enthusiast or a nature lover, the USA offers a treasure trove of experiences.

Cultural Diversity and Heritage

The United States is a melting pot of cultures, and it's this diversity that makes it so unique. From the historic roots of Native American tribes to the influence of European, African, Asian, and Latin American cultures, the USA's heritage is a rich tapestry waiting to be unraveled. Tour packages often include visits to museums, historic sites, and cultural festivals, allowing you to explore the vast history and heritage of the nation. Whether you're interested in the Civil Rights Movement, American Revolution, or the indigenous peoples' history, there's something for everyone.

Culinary Adventures

Culinary adventures are an integral part of any journey, and the USA offers a delectable array of dishes. From the famous New York pizza to Tex-Mex in Texas, Cajun cuisine in Louisiana, and the seafood delights of New England, the USA boasts an exceptional gastronomic landscape. Booking a USA tour package from India will give you the chance to savor these diverse flavors and explore the country through its delectable offerings. Don't forget to try the iconic hamburgers, hot dogs, and apple pie!

Entertainment and Shopping Extravaganza

The USA is synonymous with entertainment. Whether you're a fan of Broadway shows, Hollywood blockbusters, or live music, there's no shortage of entertainment options in the United States. From the glitz and glamour of the Las Vegas Strip to the captivating performances on Broadway, you'll find something that suits your taste. Moreover, shopping enthusiasts can indulge in retail therapy in the country's sprawling malls and boutiques. From high-end luxury brands to vintage finds, the USA has something for every shopper.

The Ease of Booking a USA Tour Package from India

Now, you might be wondering how to turn this dream into a reality. Booking a USA tour package from India is easier than ever, thanks to numerous travel agencies that offer tailored itineraries. These packages often include flights, accommodation, guided tours, and even some meals, making your journey hassle-free. You can choose from various packages depending on your interests and budget, ensuring that your visit to the USA is as comfortable as it is memorable.

Practical Considerations and Travel Tips

Before booking your USA tour package from India, it's essential to consider a few practical factors. Make sure you have a valid passport and apply for a visa well in advance. Check the weather and pack accordingly, as the climate varies from region to region. It's also a good idea to purchase travel insurance to ensure your trip is worry-free. Lastly, don't forget to inform your bank about your travel plans to avoid any issues with your cards while abroad.

Conclusion - USA Awaits You!

In conclusion, the United States beckons with its enchanting cities, awe-inspiring natural wonders, rich cultural heritage, and diverse culinary experiences. Booking a USA tour package from India is the first step towards realizing your American dream. From iconic landmarks to hidden gems, this country has something for every traveler, making it an unforgettable destination. So, pack your bags, book your tour package, and get ready for the adventure of a lifetime. The USA awaits you with open arms.

Don't miss this chance to embark on an extraordinary adventure. The USA is calling, and all you need to do is book your tour package from India. Whether you're a history buff, a nature lover, a foodie, or simply an explorer at heart, the USA has something in store for you. So, what are you waiting for? Your American dream is just a few clicks away!

Must Read: South Korea Adventure Awaits: Exclusive Trip Packages at Your Fingertips

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Bill Smith's Atlantic Beach Pie Recipe on Food52, a Food52 recipe

Indulge in the mouthwatering delight of Bill Smith's famous Atlantic Beach Pie Recipe on Food52. Get ready for a taste of perfection.

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Florida's Coastal Charms: 5 Must-See Beautiful Destinations

With its endless stretches of sun-kissed beaches, crystal-clear waters, and vibrant culture, Florida has long been a sought-after destination for travelers seeking coastal beauty and relaxation. The Sunshine State offers a diverse array of coastal destinations, each with its own unique charm and allure. From the tranquil shores of the Gulf Coast to the lively Atlantic Ocean coastline, Florida has something for every beach lover. Whether you're interested in history, wildlife, or simply enjoying the sun, there are plenty of beautiful places to visit in Florida that promise an unforgettable experience. In this article, we will explore five must-see beautiful coastal destinations in Florida, inviting you to embark on a journey of sun, sand, and serenity.

Naples: Paradise on the Gulf Coast

Located on the southwestern coast of Florida, Naples is often referred to as the "Crown Jewel" of the Gulf Coast, and for good reason. This sophisticated and upscale destination boasts miles of pristine white sandy beaches that stretch along the Gulf of Mexico. The clear turquoise waters invite visitors to take a dip, swim, or simply bask in the warmth of the Florida sun.

One of the highlights of Naples is the Naples Pier, a historic landmark that extends 1,000 feet into the Gulf. It's a popular spot for fishing, sightseeing, or catching a breathtaking sunset. As the sun dips below the horizon, the sky ignites with hues of orange, pink, and purple, creating a picture-perfect moment you won't soon forget.

In addition to its natural beauty, Naples offers a thriving arts scene, upscale shopping, and gourmet dining. Explore the Naples Botanical Garden, where lush tropical plants and colorful blooms transport you to a botanical wonderland. For art enthusiasts, the Artis—Naples cultural complex features a museum, performing arts center, and stunning sculptures throughout the grounds.

Key West: A Tropical Paradise

Key West, the southernmost point of the continental United States, is a tropical paradise known for its vibrant culture, historical significance, and laid-back atmosphere. This island gem is connected to the mainland by the iconic Overseas Highway, a scenic drive that takes you through the Florida Keys.

One of the must-visit attractions in Key West is Duval Street, a lively thoroughfare lined with bars, restaurants, shops, and galleries. As you stroll down Duval Street, you'll encounter street performers, live music, and the famous Sloppy Joe's Bar, where you can savor a refreshing Key Lime Pie Martini. Visit https://whatshappeningfla.com/

Key West also boasts an abundance of water activities, including snorkeling, scuba diving, and deep-sea fishing. Take a boat tour to explore the colorful coral reefs and marine life in the crystal-clear waters surrounding the island. For history enthusiasts, the Ernest Hemingway Home and Museum offers a glimpse into the life of the famous author, complete with the company of six-toed cats.

Sanibel Island: A Shelling Paradise

If you're a beachcomber at heart, Sanibel Island is the place to be. Located on Florida's Gulf Coast, this barrier island is renowned for its pristine beaches and an abundance of seashells. Collecting shells along the shoreline is a cherished pastime here, and you'll find an astonishing variety of shells in all shapes and sizes.

One of the best spots for shelling is the J.N. "Ding" Darling National Wildlife Refuge, where you can explore miles of unspoiled coastline and encounter diverse bird species and other wildlife. The refuge also offers kayaking and hiking opportunities, making it a nature lover's paradise.

Sanibel Island is known for its commitment to preserving the environment, and many of its accommodations are eco-friendly. The island's laid-back atmosphere, charming cottages, and locally-owned restaurants create a serene and idyllic getaway for those seeking tranquility amidst nature's beauty.

Miami Beach: The Art Deco Gem

For those seeking a more cosmopolitan coastal experience, Miami Beach is an urban oasis that blends beachfront luxury with vibrant nightlife and cultural richness. This world-famous destination is located on a barrier island just across Biscayne Bay from the city of Miami.

Miami Beach's Art Deco Historic District is a must-see attraction. The district boasts over 800 beautifully preserved Art Deco buildings, many of which house boutique hotels, restaurants, and bars. Take a stroll along Ocean Drive, where neon lights and pastel-colored facades transport you to the glamour of the 1930s.

Of course, Miami Beach is also famous for its sandy shores. South Beach, in particular, is known for its lively atmosphere, with beachgoers enjoying the sun, swimming, and beach volleyball. The Miami Beach Boardwalk offers a scenic path for walking, running, or biking along the coastline.

Beyond the beach, Miami Beach is a cultural hub with a thriving arts scene. The Bass Museum of Art and the New World Symphony provide opportunities for artistic enrichment, while Lincoln Road Mall offers high-end shopping and dining options.

St. Augustine: Historic Coastal Beauty

Tucked away on the northeastern coast of Florida, St. Augustine holds the distinction of being the oldest city in the United States. Founded by Spanish explorers in 1565, it exudes a captivating blend of history and coastal beauty.

One of the most iconic landmarks in St. Augustine is the Castillo de San Marcos, a 17th-century Spanish fort constructed from coquina, a local limestone. Visitors can explore the fort's ramparts, dungeons, and historic exhibits while enjoying panoramic views of Matanzas Bay.

St. Augustine's historic district is a charming area filled with cobblestone streets, colonial architecture, and quaint shops. Stroll along St. George Street to experience its unique charm, and don't forget to visit the Fountain of Youth Archaeological Park, where legend has it that Ponce de León searched for the elusive fountain.

The beaches of St. Augustine offer a more relaxed and serene coastal experience compared to some of Florida's more bustling destinations. Anastasia State Park is a local favorite, with its pristine shoreline, sand dunes, and opportunities for hiking, birdwatching, and fishing.

In Conclusion

Florida's coastal charms are as diverse as they are beautiful. From the sophistication of Naples to the tropical allure of Key West, the shell-strewn shores of Sanibel Island to the Art Deco elegance of Miami Beach, and the historic beauty of St. Augustine, the Sunshine State offers something for every type of traveler. Whether you're seeking relaxation, adventure, culture, or history, Florida's coastal destinations invite you to explore and experience their unique beauty. So, pack your sunscreen and flip-flops, and embark on a journey to discover the coastal treasures of Florida.

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Lemon Pie from Atlantic Beach Looking for the perfect dessert for a sunny day? Atlantic Beach Lemon Pie is the answer - a sweet and citrusy delight that will leave you wanting more.

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O Canada

Friday, August 4, 2023

Northern Maine is timber country. Tim and Dora took an early morning walk on the ATV/snowmobile trails behind the campground. There were clear signs at every junction. Some of the trails were along logging roads, and were marked with signs giving the logging trucks right of way. They walked until they met a logging crew, and then turned back so as not to have a poodle run afoul of their operation.

According to Wikipedia, the section of Maine Rt. 9 from Bangor to Calais is often referred to as "The Airline" due to it being commonly thought to be a shorter route than the older U.S. 1. (Before the coming of air travel, the term airline often referred to such a shortcut.)

The sign above the door of the Airline Snackbar & Restauran advertises homemade pies and donuts. A pastry for breakfast would be a nice treat, and a pie, Tim figured, would be an even nicer one. They had neither in the pastry case. Just some chocolate chip crullers. Tim and Margaret shared one. It was mediocre.

We breezed through Customs at Calais. At one point the agent asked if we had any firearms, bear spray or mace. Jeanne got a smile from Customs agent when she responded, "Oh, no. Canada is safe."

We stopped for lunch on the Bay of Fundy at Irving Nature Park. The outhouses had classic moon vents.

Margaret, Tim and Dora took a walk along the clay cliffs on the shore of the bay. We discussed the formation of sandstone, limestone, and mudstone rocks. As opposed to the formation of the Grand Canyon in geologic time, the rusty red clay cliffs above us exhibited erosion in human time, with a rivulet carrying silt down the cliff face to a muddy delta at the bottom. We are puzzled by a green-colored rock that looks for all the world like granite.

The stony beach gave way to sand from time to time, giving Dora time to run to her heart's content.

Then a drive up to Moncton, and a walk through the Moncton Riverview Park nestled along the Petitcodiac River. This is the famous river with the amazing tidal bore that we saw on our first RV trip in 2017.

According to Parks Canada, the Bay of Fundy's tides are the highest in the world because of an unusual combination of resonance, or seiche, and the shape of the bay. Like water in any basin, the water in the Bay of Fundy has a natural rocking motion called a seiche. You could compare this to the movement of water in a bathtub. Although the water in a bathtub sloshes from one end to the other and back again in a few seconds, it takes about 13 hours for the water in the bay to rock from the mouth of the bay to the head of the bay and back again. The Atlantic Ocean tide rising and flooding into the bay every 12 hours and 25 minutes reinforces the rocking motion. And that is why the tides are so high, oh Best Beloved, do you see?

We settled in for the night at the Loch Lomond RV Park in Amherst, Nova Scotia. It is one of the nicest RV parks we have ever visited. Everything is clean and well-maintained. The bathroom and laundry room building is bright and airy. The bathrooms are individual rooms with a skylight and a shower in each one.

Our neighbors are friendly North Carolinaians who are visiting Nova Scotia for the first time. We expect they are going to have a great trip.