The smell of restaurants faded and the refreshing new aroma of sea salt in the air took over. The warmth of the sun on my skin and the constant breeze was a familiar feeling that I loved every time we came to the beach. I remember the first time we came to the beach. I was only nine years old. The white sand amazed me because it looked like a blanket of rippled snow, but it was deceptive because it was scorchingly hot. The water shone green like an emerald, she was happy. By that I mean the waves were weak enough to resist when they rushed at me. There was no fear of being drugged at sea like a shipwrecked sailor. Knowing all of this, I now knew exactly how to approach the beach. Wear my sandals as long as possible and hang out my towel without hesitation. Then I jumped into the water to coat myself in a protective wet layer before returning to my now slightly less warm towel. In the water it was a completely different world. Trying to avoid the occasional passing jellyfish, it was an experience of