Ahh, the ocean. Don’t you just love it? The sweet salty scent in the air. The humidity all around you, while the hot sun beats down your back. You wake up early and eat a crappy cereal for breakfast. Then head down to the beach, where you lay out your towel and umbrella. Your shoulders turn as red as a lobster as you read a romance novel on the beach.
Soon your stomach rumbles again, asking for lunch. You walk back up to the hotel’s pool bar and order yourself a nice panini and Piña Colada. Once you finish, you head back to the beach, continuing to read your clichéd novel.
After a while, you take a nap, letting the sound of the waves’ beats lull you away. An hour or so passes and you wake up feeling like you’re going to die of a heat stroke. You jump into the cool, refreshing water, the salty sea sprays into your face as you dive under a gigantic wave. You spend the rest of the afternoon in the ocean, jumping waves and boogie boarding.
As the sun sets, it’s time to get out. You head back to your hotel room and jump in the shower, washing off all the sea salt and sand from your tan body. You check yourself out in the mirror to see what got tan, what got red, and what is still as white as milk. Then get dressed and head out for dinner. After ordering an appetizer, an entree, and a dessert, you pay the bill with your stomach well-fed. As you walk back from the restaurant to your hotel room, you gaze at the stars above.
Finally you reach your bed and dress into pajamas. You watch television for a little bit until you feel your eyelids start to droop. You turn the television off along with the nightstand lamp and try to get comfortable in your hotel bed that you’ve been in every summer since a child. The feeling of swaying back and forth from being in the ocean all day drifts you off into a peaceful slumber.
Now that’s what I call a perfect day at the beach. Don’t you just love it? I do and I look forward to next year’s four-day vacation again.
Fairytales 