A Trip to Beach

I am sitting in the passenger seat while traveling to the Pacific Ocean. The engine hums steadily as our car slices through the highway at 100 kilometers per hour the maximum permitted speed .

We are approaching fast toward the sunny sea beach. Windows up, as the air is too cold. I wish I could smell the wind that carries the salty tang of the approaching ocean.

I love mingling with the earthy scent of the regional area. As you can see, on either side, vast cattle farms unfold as we travel at fast speed. We feel amazed watching the clusters of sleek and similar looking white and black cows grazing lazily under the vast blue sky.

I wish I could go closer to them, but we hear nothing but the faint hum of our electric car rushing past over the straight road.

I love watching the peaceful atmosphere gleaming in the midday sun, evoking a timeless rhythm of rural life that contrasts sharply with our urban life.

As the farms give way, we spot the shining horizon. It sure makes me full of excitement, I look beyond the dashboard and watch the vast spread Pacific.

Finally, we pull into the parking lot, smooth ground surrounded by grassy parks. We park amid vehicles, the caravans, motor homes and family sedans and step out, stretching our legs. The air thickens with brine and fried snacks from a nearby barbecue.

Bags and chairs in hands, we walk through the trees as we move on the path to the beach. I keep my phone in my hand capturing all the scenes.

The shore greets us like an old friend, yes, we had been here before so I know the place, the endless white sand stretching to meet frothy waves that crash in joyfully. I know the tide will get stronger as the sun will go down.

We claim a spot near the water's edge, spreading our chairs and sinking into its warmth. Around us, life pulses vibrantly.

Children squeal, building lopsided castles that the tide teasingly erodes. Young couples stroll barefoot, hands intertwined, whispering secrets to the wind.

Swimmers dive into the surf, emerging with laughter, their bodies glistening like wet fish.

A group plays beach volleyball, and elders sit in quiet circles, sharing greetings to the passersby. We take out our snacks and spend some time eating and watching kids.

We sit in contented silence, toes buried in cool sand, watching this human symphony. The day's rush fades; here, time slows, washing away worries with each wave.

As dusk paints the sky in oranges and pinks, we lean back, grateful for this simple, soul-stirring escape. We fold our chairs, pick up our belongings, and prepare to get back. But as we leave, we promise to come back.

I will give you more of this beach trip in my next video.

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