I wanted to take my family of four children, and their children to a home on a beach large enough for us all. I knew it would be costly, but it had been many years since we were all together all at one time, all in one perfect place. This was that time. This was that place. It is a week I will long remember, as will all of us who were there.
Imagine a home with enough master suites to accomodate all, beds for every child, and some left over, a heated, multi-level pool with a hot-tub at the apex large enough for nearly all, perfectly positioned between the home and the 64 degree ocean, only steps away. Imagine luxurious rooms with high-end lighting and furniture, expansive outdoor spaces with seating more commonly found in the Ritz Carlton than a rental home.
Imagine no longer. This home is all that and more.
The only thing that could have made it more perfect was if the world were tilted twenty degrees more on its axis so that we could see the sun setting more directly from the cushioned setting of the second-story covered deck rather than running across the street to the beach to capture the image slightly further to the west.
You really can't appreciate the convenience from the pictures. You walk out from the first level, past the pool, to the gate. You open the gate. Immediately infront of you is the crosswalk with a speed bumb that forces the cars to automatically slow. You cross the street, then an elevated board walk; before you is nothing but sugar-sand beach. Do it