Beaches and I have a complicated love-hate relationship.
On one hand, I love the feeling of sand between my toes and lazying about in the warm sand in general. I love looking into the horizon and seeing where the sky meets the ocean. I love the sound of the waves rolling into the shore. I love that there is an endless supply of shirtless eye candy for me to "subtly" stare at (don't judge.)
On the other hand...
The combination of of sunburn, frolicking in freezing and dirty water, salt-water attacking your eyes, unwanted exposure of private body parts (from both your own and others), the threat of sharks/jellyfish/drowning/getting swept out to sea, eating sand-encrusted ice creams and the rank change rooms never fails to convince me that swimming is no-no.
Summer in general is just not really my thing. A whole season of gut-wrenching, eyeball-melting, suffocating heat makes me want to move to the South Pole where I can be dressed in cozy layers and wrap knitted scarves around my neck. I love me some scarves <3 font="" nbsp="">
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