However, I have had one really awesome experience with the beach, and that was on my honeymoon in the Riviera Maya, Mexico. This beach was covered in pure white, soft sliky sand. The ocean was clear and blue and you could see the reef at the bottom. They had these little swinging beds that you could lay on, away from the sand in the cool shade of palm branches. In addition, the resort workers would come up and serve me unlimited fancy drinks and give Josh and I 15 minute back massages at the snap of a finger. Life can't get much better than that.
I discovered on this trip that Josh has a similar feeling for the beach that I do, except even more exaggerated. Even though I am afraid of the ocean, I still wanted to brave water to snorkel and look at fish. Josh went with me. As we were snorkeling (in 3.5 feet of water) my 6' 5" husband would panic every 30 seconds when a little bit of water got into his snorkel. It was very cute. And an eye opener on how both of us feel about the ocean.
For me, I will just stick to the pool or Mexico from here on out.
picture of me and Josh (my husband) on our honeymoon in Mexico.
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I think I finally figured out why I had that fear on our honeymoon. It is because my dad was stung by a sting ray in the leg when we were younger and ever since then a terror would come over me in the water. That an I was the most uncoordinated water person in the world. That is… until I recently started swimming laps so I can be a cool old man when I am 80.
so lovely. if it weren't sin, i would harbor a bit of jealousy at hearing this...
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