Sandcastles pretty much never stop being cool, am I right?
At least that’s what I was raised to believe—I didn’t say building your own sandcastle; I just said sandcastles. This obvious fact is proven by Port Aransas, TX—a seemingly unremarkable Texas beach. I mean sure, the Gulf of Mexico provides somewhat…shall we say murky waters and its coast is anything but “powder white sand”…but Port A has its own charms! Sandfest is one of those charms.
Every April, sand sculptors from all over travel to “that tiny beach next to Corpus Christi” and they create pure magic. Masterpieces like these:
I used to go every year as a kid, and honestly, I have had more fun the older I get. Obviously, now I can combine drinking with sunbathing, which is a major upgrade. But also, I think that the art is more meaningful now. At this age, I feel like I can fully appreciate the sculptures. Don’t get me wrong—kids are just as enchanted. But I remember seeing them and just being blown away that there was a castle in front of me, ten times my size, made completely of sand. Whereas, this year, I found myself in all kinds of psychological debates (in my own head…hmmm…normal?) about the possible messages. Such an English teacher. But seriously, ponder over these for a while:
Alas, I still bought a toe ring from Ring Around the Toesies. Don’t judge me, I like foot bling.
My friend Brian spent many hours digging a hole that my friend Pete would later ecstatically build a campfire in. Johanna was over the moon about Winton’s, the local candy shop known for their “Good”. Stephen even checked out our condo’s gym (Sandcastle Condominiums are right on the beach and pretty dang awesome). Some people preferred lounging by the pool and hot tub; others just sat on our balcony and relaxed. My mom and her friends were there too—getting sunburned and sipping vanilla rum.
It was an amazing trip. So start planning now for next April—hotel rooms fill up fast! And next time you’re building a sandcastle, try not to feel too inferior.