Summer vacation is generally understood to mean two consecutive weeks at the beach. It also means no watch, no email, no phone, and most importantly, no shoes. Chan makes me wear shoes to the restaurant and to church, but not without resistance on my part. As soon as the days begin to warm, my shoes begin to feel lonely. I love bare feet in the spring garden or in vacation sand, and I take pride that by summer’s end they’re tough enough to run through the gravel. For me, there’s something oddly sacred about it.