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A few weeks ago (during all my travellings), I got to spend a week with my relatives who live on the island of Wildwood off the coast of New Jersey. We had a great time together, my cousin wrote a guest post for me about how I’m her favorite Mennonite, and I was able to have some fun with my camera. So without further adieu, I give you Wildwood and Cape May:
Wildwood is a popular tourist destination during the summer, much to the chagrin of the people who actually live there. 😛 My uncle has been the pastor of the First Baptist Church of Anglesea on the island for a few years, and I’ve previously only visited him and his family during the winter when the island is practically a ghost town. I quickly found out that the culture is totally different in August than it is in December! The bad part is that the place is crawling with people. The good part is that all the shops and restaurants are open. Take, for instance, this fun restaurant/ice cream parlor called Duffer’s. It’s actually owned by a family from my uncle’s church, and it has the most amazing homemade ice cream – and ice cream sundaes. Totally non-THM, but a-maz-ing. And humongous. My cousin and I split the brownie creation above ^^.
The mini golf course at Duffer’s…
I didn’t really spend any time on the beach since there were so many people, but we did walk down to the sea wall one evening so I could put my toes in the water. It would be a shame not to, considering that my relatives live only a few blocks from the shore. The lighthouse light blinked through my room all night long.
My cousin Rachel…
One day we went to Cape May, which is a pretty little vacation town at the very southern tip of Jersey.
My uncle also enjoys taking pictures…
My uncle and aunt strolling the town…aren’t they cute?
The yellow building below is a very large, very old, very fancy hotel. There were BMWs with foreign plates parked outside the front door, but we snooped around inside like we belonged there anyway (the ground floor really is open to the public, I promise).
So many neat little shops!