I was told that the place I was staying at in Cancun’s hotel zone had the best beach in the area. I would walk in the wet sand most evenings and just take in the surroundings.
Couples holding hands, children laughing, millionaires making out with big breasted women in the shallows of giant yachts.
The water was always smooth, never a rough surf. I wade in the clear blue ocean, letting the salty wonder lap over my sun kissed skin.
I head to the bar when thirsty or hungry, and then slowly make my way back to the beach chair.
Best beach in the area? Who knows, but one thing is for certain…
the beach was better than being trapped in a kitchen doing dishes.