You're sitting on the beach, a sandcastle in front of you, smooth crashing waves soothe your ears.
Children play with their parents on the beach - petanque, soccer, a weird game of four square using a mini trampoline and of course, building sandcastles.
The wind is soft on the skin. Water warm and refreshing at the same time. The houses standing tall on the coastline with a wall protruding from the sand, keeping them safe from the incoming tide.
In the water you are alone but beyond happy. You sit on the beach for a long term before venturing out towards the ocean, in fear of someone stealing your purse with passport, rings and money in. But you see the other beachgoers casual as, happy and relaxed. Deciding to take a chance, you leave the safety of the sand and head down to the water. The Ocean greets you and bows as you touch it, edging away. Cute dads and their kids, old men in their Speedos, women swimming alone. Safe.
The waves aren't as big as home. They're still fun but not deathly. They are forgiving here. They lift you up instead.
The seagulls caw and the laughter surrounds you
This place is beautiful.
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