The first beach I remember walking was in Brighton, England. I recall smooth, cold pebbles, a smoky mist atop the waves, and while wearing a long red winter coat I thought, "this isn't quite what I had in mind."
Since, I have visited coastlines of Florida, Texas, and California, as well as Ireland, France, and most recently, Spain.
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| Barcelonetta |
And these...were exactly what my 6-year-old self imagined.
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| Sant Antoni de Portmany, Ibiza |
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| Platja d'en Bassa, Ibiza |
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| She was thrilled to see the water.. |
I felt like I needed a friend to explore the waves with me, and thus, Shamu joined our crew. Eloise and Nav watched, amusedly, as I took our newfound pet for her first venture into the sea.
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| The wise Dora |
Luckily, after watching Finding Nemo many a time, I could speak a little whale, and Shamu and I could understand each other.
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| Photo Courtesy of the lovely Nav |
One of the highly populated tourist spots, for good reason, is the Café Del Mar, where we had been advised (by the terrific couchsurfer, Amin, who had in fact by a shrug of his shoulders and a dreamy nostalgic expression, set this specific adventure rolling in the first place)
to sit,
have a drink,
and watch the sunset.
I was a bit skeptical, but Nav (another fellow couchsurfer...am I sensing a trend?) persisted, and soon enough, the breathtaking view stunned us into appreciative silence.
Then applause.
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| Soon after the sun had set, the seats emptied, and we were allowed our solitary thoughts for company. |
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