We went to the beach.

We spread our towels in the sand.  We walked down to the water.  We discussed the incredible turquoise water — just like in the travel brochures.

The water was warm and wonderful.  Waves crested to white caps and broke around our feet.

I waded deeper into the water.  A wave swept over my head and I rode it to the beach, laughing all the way.  I did this again and again — OC did it even more.

We laughed and splashed and giggled as the waves tumbled us around.  After awhile we began to feel the sun and decided we’d had enough tropical rays on our lily-white skin.  We showered in the outdoor fountain (built for that purpose) and headed home.

At the apartment complex we decided, since we  were already wet, to pause at the pool for a couple of quick laps in fresh water and a soak in the jacuzzi.   The pool was much cooler then the ocean and we quickly began to shiver.  The jacuzzi, normally too warm to even contemplate, felt great.

Finally, exhausted but relaxed, we headed for our own unit.   As OC parked the car I thought about gathering our beach gear and making the climb to the third floor.  I figured OC must have been at least as tired as I was because even after the car shut off he didn’t move.  I turned my head toward him on the seat and said, “I am two too tired.”

He turned his head toward me and queried, “Bicycle or motorcycle?”