By: Christine Peterson
May 20, 2018
I romanticize the dramatic cliff faces and crashing waves of the Atlantic coast the same way many easterners dream of endless desert and snow-covered mountains.
It’s been that way as along as I can remember. It’s a landscape I long to see and at the same time know nothing about. I used to daydream about quaint fishing villages connected by narrow, winding roads that meander through emerald green fields.