TRAVEL BUG TALES: THE BEACH IS NOT MY FRIEND!
So there I am in the Bahamas with some of my best friends from college. I’m in my early twenties and have spent my life taking vacations on the beach. It’s our first full day at this tropical resort and we’re going to spend the day hanging out in the sun and sand. This is supposed to be fun, right?
Everything Starts Out on the Right Foot
We’re on vacation. We sleep late. We get into our cute swimwear. We head out to the beach. We find a spot to line our towels up on the sand. We grease down our bodies with baby oil – sunscreen wasn’t yet a thing. We lay down to soak in the sun.
So far so good – right. Then the breeze kicks up. Do you know what happens to your greasy body when the sand starts blowing. I guess I didn’t or I wouldn’t have put the baby oil on in the first place.
My Beach Frame of Reference
See, my beach world had been very different. The only hanging out we did on the beach was the early morning when we’d go beach-combing for shells and you didn’t need suntan lotion in the early morning. We’d spend the rest of the morning shopping and then make lunch for the guys who had been golfing. After cleaning up from lunch we’d head out to the beach en masse and mom would put some suntan lotion on us. Please note, this was not your soccer mom’s sunscreen. It was only supposed to keep you from burning and was not designed to protect you from harmful rays.
Here’s the trick. We didn’t lay down on a towel. We hit the water and stayed there. There would be floats for playing in the surf, but most of the time we’d just jump with the waves as they came rolling in. The Lides had a net and we’d seine for treasures. We’d play with Frisbees in the surf or play some catch with a beach ball. We wore ourselves out and yet we still complained hours later, when every inch of our skin was shriveled from the water and our mom would insist we had to get out of the water.
We’d grab a towel from the pile, wrap it around us and head back to the beach house where showers and naps would fill the late afternoon. For dinner we’d head out and eat at some incredible seafood restaurant. Once back at the beach house we’d play games, sing songs and talk about life.
“I Don’t Like This Place”
The moment the wind covered my body in a thin sheet of sand, I stood up and said, “I don’t like this place. I want to go home.” This tropical vacation was ganging up on me. First, they put me in a cinder block room with a salt water shower. Then they expected me to get in line for every meal and fill my tray like I was still back at SFA. They also expected me to play bingo and then when I revolted the natives ripped me off in a classic tourist trap move. Next thing I know I’m supposed to want to lay on the beach covered with sand – and I’m supposed to like it. I wanted my mommy.
I’ve never been much of a complainer. I’m more of a let’s-have-fun-anyway kind of girl. I think the very fact I was complaining must have shocked my friends and to boot, I had tears streaming down my face. They got that I was dead serious.
Let’s Fix This
Debbie and Frances jumped up and put me under a beach-side shower-head. One friend sat me down in a pool-side chair and the other went to the snack bar to score me a burger and some chips. Then someone put a book in my hand.
I soon realized how completely juvenile I’d been. Blood sugar may have had something to do with it, because we’d slept late and missed breakfast. I began to laugh at myself, which meant that now my friends could laugh, too. We made an executive decision. I was not allowed on the beach. I’d sit next to the pool and read my book. They moved their towels to be closer to me and everything was all good.
One of the reasons my buddies were so interested in getting a tan had to do with the evening’s entertainment. Adventure Tours was loading up a bus and taking us to the Casino in Freeport. Everyone had packed a special dress for the occasion. Most likely we had visions of meeting some version of James Bond in his tuxedo and we wanted to be ready.
How did that go? Well, come back next week and find out!