Palm Beach
Woke up early this morning and went with Amanda and Ariella (cousin and aunt) to Palm Beach. While they went for a swim in the seawater pool, I went for a stroll up and down the beach. I must have looked a right douche. Jeans rolled up, sandles in hand, rucksack on back, wearing my Darth Vader “Your Empire Needs You” t-shirt, getting absolutely soaked by some of the less forgiving giant waves that were pounding the shore. Every aspect of me screamed “tourist”, or “pom”, or some kind of ridiculous combination of both.
I didn’t give a shit. It was fantastic.
