I took this shot of a surfer's amazing hair, only to later crack up at the wussy guy in the background, tip-toeing into the water. (It's not that cold, fella. Really.)
We managed to say "no gracias" to every beach vendor, except the one selling this little item.
Once in a while, we'd get up and walk to the end of the beach for a change of perspective.
And that was about it, until my massage at 3, which was another story completely.
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