The weekend before the Fourth of July, Tim and I spent the day down the shore. It was kind of a whim of a decision; we didn't have anything planned for the weekend, we hadn't been on the beach yet, we wanted to get outside. Because of issues with my new car, we decided to stay at a friend's shore house and once we pulled into North Wildwood, we found out there was an Italian American Festival going on that weekend. Tim and I were immediately thrilled. Italian sausage, zeppole, cheap beer, street food, oldies music, and even a meatball relay (did you know that was a real thing?)
Just another happy Saturday in North Wildwood with two of my favorite people.