Vacation to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina

Mira is going on vacation? Mira is going to Myrtle Beach? Seems like an unlikely place to visit for a girl like me.

Traveling is not necessarily going on vacation. I am going on vacation now. I am going to sit on the beach and do nothing and maybe drink some fruity drinks with funny little umbrellas. RELAX. I don’t get to do this very often. I am excited.

Myrtle Beach, though, is known to be a disgusting built-up, sleazy beach. Well I’m not actually going into the midst of that hell. I am going to a spiritual center where my family has been going there every summer for years. I think my first trip there I was under one year old. It is tradition.

The place where we stay has been declared a nature reserve also. So the contractors of ugly buildings are not allowed to come onto our beach. All the alligators come to the lagoons here when the golf courses kick them off. There are miles of trails through the pine and myrtle trees, hidden pagodas to laze away afternoons, paddle boats for visitor use (all free), and hardly anyone is ever there. Oh, and there is a two-mile strip of deserted beaches reserved only for center guests. It is usually empty. I am going to be alone with the ocean. Let’s just hope the sharks don’t eat me.

So my boogie board and bathing suit is packed and I am off. I don’t think I will be writing too much on my vacation. I do not want to stare at my computer screen until I come back to civilization in a week, nor do I think there will be wi-fi in the forest there.
Bon voyage!