Well here we are at the very end of the Outerbanks, North Carolina, on the island of Ocracoke, in a small village at the end of the road, reached after 40 minutes and 15 smuggler miles of straight road along the beach. The western Atlantic, an inland sea in the east, here we are 40 miles offshore 
700, and pelicans, black headed gulls, egrets, green turtles, horseshoe crabs on the beach, big game fishing. On the port there are etched like real sailors Groix
Yes, yes, a new face of America with an accent like St. Cado local incomprehensible.
We had come here with Lulu in All Saints camping on the islands farther north, we loved.
One again, this time renting a house facing the sea facing west for a week of relaxation, sunsets, walks on deserted beaches, canoeing and cycling, reading and meditation, at their own pace.
And it is rather slow.
The teens navigate between football on the beach before the trip in a canoe facebook home and stayed with friends in Washington or in France - not easy Because jet lag however 
Today is the deluge crazy but we keep the morale during showers. Internet, facebook, blogs and refreshing cocktails
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