The restaurants were real fancy. They even had dress codes. Long pants required, no tank tops, no sandals and no jeans. If you could see our feet, you would see the sandals. I'm not a rule breaker, I just didn't bring nice clothes to the beach.
I'm an epicure, in case you're into enneagrams. I couldn't live without an hour of sunshine each day, I'm afraid of the cotton that is shoved into the tops of vitamin bottles, nails on a chalk board don't bother me though. I love the ocean, but I get sea sick on a boogie board.
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