A few weeks ago, we took the ferry across the Long Island Sound to stay at Chris' grandmother's cottage. I've been hearing about this place since w e begandating 7 years ago. As soon as we pulled up, I felt as if I was walking into scenery from a book I'd read. Having heard so many stories over the years, the place was finally coming alive to me, and it was so much more magical than I even imagined. A bright cheery cottage, sitting on top of a hill that ends in a private beach. Smooth pebbles as far as you can see and giant, algae covered boulders sitting in the water. A lobster dinner, followed by frozen lemonade pie for dessert. And late night conversations with Grandma about everything under the sun. Needless to say, it was a welcomed break from our hotel living.