Continuing from the previous post, our Dewey Beach trip was cut short because of the rains. Though we retired to the car, we were not ready to call it a day. So we headed to Rehoboth Beach, sensing, and praying, that the rain had lost its momentum already.

We parked our car, and walked along the street, dropping in and out of the side shops in search of the perfect hat. We finally found one in an inconsequential shop, and paired it with two adorable summer dresses. With shopping covers in hands, we walked, amid a crowd of people, and a squabble of low-flying seagulls.

A sudden pang for sour patches, we stopped at Candy Kitchen and got one pack of sugar coated colorful chewy bursts of sourness. On a sugar high, there was a spring in our steps, and a shrillness in our voices. We marched with purpose towards the stall from which emanated a mouth-watering smell of freshly made fries. Somewhere between munching the crispy fries from Thrashers and chewing the sour candies, we tried to feed the seagulls that hovered fearlessly above our heads.

And to mark a perfect end to the day, we headed to an ice cream shop. Here, we spun the rotating wheel, and waited with baited breath watching the needle closely, as it decided our fate. The wheel got us ice creams with hideous names such as ‘Booger’ (ewww!) and ‘This ish is off the hook’. Surprisingly, in stark contrast to the name, they felt like small scoops of heaven in our mouth.

Next, to spice up the day, we gathered up all the courage we had, readied our tongues, signed a waiver and ordered a sample of ‘Devil’s breath’ which, as it turns out, is made from one of the hottest edible ingredients: carolina reaper pepper. True to the hype, it was tongue-numbing-ly hot. Hot enough to have us miss the comfort of our home, and the normalcy of our tongues.

The end.

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A day at the beach: Part II

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