Today I discovered a spa makes for a rather poor beach.
Tired of looking at crystal clear waves rolling in on one the loveliest beaches I’ve ever seen, I thought maybe I could have the “great value” version of a day at the beach by splashing about in the spa.
(And yes, I’m super lucky to have a spa bath in my cell.)
Yet, I may have made some mistakes. Firstly, the ocean is never 40 degrees. So instead of burning on the sand, I was cooking in the water.
Second was clothing. Wearing shorts and a rashie into the bath felt weird. And the sun cream created a disturbing oil slick on the surface.
The third was forgetting I was pretending to be at the beach and washing my hair. That totally ruined the illusion, so I was done.
Maybe I’ll have more luck recreating a putt-putt course?