on our way to wellington, we stayed at our friend’s grandparents beach house. i was in heaven. it wasn’t the kind of beach i’m used to back home in cali but it was beautiful and peaceful. the house was adorable! it seemed to be frozen in a time long past and there were still vintage books in the book shelves, black and white family photos on the walls and decade old cans in the cupboards. we all talked and played games late into the night then woke up early to make bacon and french toast. it really was a magical stay