Bahia Honda State Park
That's where we went this weekend. Nothing mind-blowing to speak of, really. My husband likes to remind me that lots of people pay lots of money to visit a beach. They dream of it, even. Yeah, well, I dream of things that aren't quite attainable right now, too.
I'm just totally indifferent to the beach. I can't help it. But find me a desert with funny cacti and joshua trees and I'll swoon forever. That sand, I understand. Beach sand, ew no. It gets in my watermelon (like, my actual slices of watermelon, not my vagina), gets in my kids' eyes, gets on my Kindle... It's not even worth the struggle of complaining about it. I'll take the high road and stop. (But, I mean, seriously, look at all that stupid sea weed that's just in the way of everything - not beautiful at all.)
What makes me happy about the beach is my children's happiness when we're there. Despite hating it, I'm smiling the whole time we're there because of the new discoveries they make every few minutes. Also, I have to admit, I found the place a little more fascinating when my husband took his GoPro camera along when he and our daughter went snorkeling. It was a little awe-inspiring to see their videos. But water bothers me too much to go out and see it for myself.
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