Not knowing what would be in store for us, travelling to New York with a toddler during the thick of summer, we decided to spilt the trip in half and drive up to Long Island for a mini seaside vacation. Neither of us had travelled to the Hamptons before, but from what we knew of it from the movies, it was worth a visit.
We arrived to the village of Southampton , just in time for a late lunch of clam cassoulet, lobster salad and cold sweaty glasses of white wine at Barrister’s. Lunch was followed by a stroll around the village, where we took stock of interesting places to hit later: for me it was DVF and Theory (both running sales) and for Mr. Urban it was Sant Ambroeus. However, Mr. Urban decided that he can’t put off important matters till our visit back into the village the next day, and announced an immediate stop at Sant Ambroues, a pasticceria, confetteria and gelateria (which turned out to be a GREAT idea on various levels).
With all that sugar and seafood in our bellies, we had to retreat to our hotel, Hampton style cottages spread on five acres of family owned property, across the street from the Bay. Every detail of the resort made you sigh with delight. I decided that I didn’t want to leave our little seaside resort for the remainder of our stay. Except of course to grab food and drinks and visit Theory and DVF.
We swam in the pool for hours, even during a thunder shower, ate goat cheese, baguettes and olives sitting on teak rocking chairs looking out on to beautiful gardens, smelling the ocean air. We giggled and chatted about life. We sang, listened to hip hop on the radio and cuddled.
Although our girl will probably not remember this lovely vacation, we hope that her memory has a lasting impression of this texture of joy, and that she seeks it in life wherever she goes.
Not even a visit to Southampton’s ER (which is incidentally run by Robert Redford look alike Dr.’s and male nurses – actually the whole town is run by gorgeous, tanned, Kennedy types) could ruin our trip. We were sad for our girl to run a fever the entire seven hour flight back, but all she wanted was to cuddle quietly with Mommy (my heart melts even as I write this).
And so ends the story of our lovely summer trip to New York … (hope to follow up this note in the fall – hint, hint :)
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