It's a Wunderful Life: PF: Chapter Five

Chapter Five: The cold-hearted, but beautiful, sea

One of the beauties of the Narada resort was that it was a hop, skip, and jump to the beach. It had its own private beach! Bernard and I ran to the beach the moment we could. We packed our sun block, shades, and put on our sandals, found two beach chairs and chilled out for hours.

Sandals? Did you spend 500Y at the gift shop, you ask? NOPE! Our hotel room came equipped with robes and beach sandals! Bernard and I wore those shoes the entire week. My Toms remain unscathed by the sand and salt water! J THAT, my friend, is happiness.

Anyway, Bernard and I hopped painfully through the scorching sand (sandals on… it was THAT hot) and dipped into the warm, salt water. We didn’t have a minute to enjoy the relaxing temperature or feel our ankles submerge because the mean ass ocean waves crashed against us. I was up to my knees wet. I waded in further and another wave crashed. Bernard was smart. He jumped into the waves so as to not get submerged into the asshole ocean. I observed his jumps. He would spin around, back to the wave and jump. He would get completely wet, but he wouldn’t get punched in the face. After about 15 minutes of hopping waves and attempting to semi-swim, I was faced with a monster wave. Come at me, bitch…

I spun around and jumped. The wave crashed against me and I didn’t know how big it was. I held my breath, but the wave pulled me under and swept me further into the ocean. I paddled my ass off and finally got to a place where I could stand. Water was up to my knees. I took a breathe, but another wave crashed on me and I fell over. The wave pulled me under again and my hair slapped my face like oodles of kelp. I crawled onto the sand and rolled away from the ocean. I stood up and coughed. I coughed up salt water. I found my breath. Bernard came over to me. I hissed at the ocean and he laughed. Then he turned around and his back was bleeding!!! “Oh yea, the ocean threw a buoy at me and it cut my back.” That’s it ocean. I hate you. At this point, I reached for my scrunchy to fix my hair. GONE! The ocean took my hair scrunchy. Now, you can imagine how powerful the waves were. My hair was tightly wound into a stiff bun with a very strong scrunchy that one of my students in Abu Dhabi made me. I was a little miffed. But then again, serves me right for taking something I loved near the asshole water!

Bernard was so kind. He wasn’t nearly as mad at the ocean, but he should have been. The day before, the ocean swept his sunglasses right off his face! Now the water had taken two things from us, cut Bernard’s back, and I almost drowned in it. Stupid water…

I asked Bernard if we could go swim at the pool. The pool was kind. Haha!

Luckily, before we left the beach, we got some sweet photos. As we were a couple on vacation, it was only necessary to have a million photo shoots. Also, this place was born for photo shoots! We saw 7 weddings in 4 days! Amazing.