Then, of course, there is the beach. I always feel a certain sense of “coming home” whenever I see the beach. My earliest memories are all about the beach and playing with friends in the sand and water. I love everything about and don’t know how I ever let myself be talked into moving away.
I love the feel of the sand on my bare feet.
I love hearing the cry of the seagulls
I love the smell of cocoa butter everywhere
I love the sound of the surf as it thunders onto the shore
I love the sounds of laughter and music coming from all the happy people
I love the calming environment
And I will be there soon.
Here is another one from last years trip.