There is ... some sand on that shoreline; however, the spot that I picked is mostly stones and rocks. Getting out to water deep enough to swim in is kind of a painful picking game. The water was beautiful and too tempting, so Sarah, my dad and I swam out, all the while looking for patches of sand to stand on, calling out to each other when they were found. Very soon various parts of our bodies discovered the presence of a coral reef. Those are some deceptive m***s. I could stand on it without cutting my feet, but the back of my hand touched it and I suddenly had a homemade shark attractor. Sarah cut her palm as well, so we decided, after continuing to swim for a time, and with my dad's polite suggestion, to go seem Mom Nurse who was sitting on a cabana in the grass.
On the way we saw some parents watching their kids play in the surf and it was fun to warn them about the coral reef with blood running freely down my hand. And so, pressure was applied to the cut and Mom Nurse and Dad headed back to their room to read, relax and watch TV. Sarah and I stayed out talking, sleeping ,and sunning for at least three more hours, covered with towels when the sun was with clouds and not so much when it wasn't.
The rest of the night was uneventful. Peaceful. Just a walk to visit the two pools and Jacuzzis of our hotel, and then one down the road in front of the hotel, in to the back garden of another and then back down the beach and home. Ready to sleep.
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