Today, I treated the beach like a Spanish party; I arrived late, and I stayed late.
Patricia Highsmith is THE perfect beach literature. I'm on a quest to read all her books, they're brilliant.
These cool dudes were playing Blackeyed Peas really loud to everyones delight. But at least they had artfully placed their skateboards in the sand, so I forgave them.
When the sun goes down, the runners and paddleboarders come out. Paddleboarding in the sunset looks so peaceful. Something to give a try? I'll have to convince myself to actually go into the water first...