Amber loves the beach. I love the mountains. On this trip around the world Amber was a great sport in traipsing around mountains like in Patagonia and I feel like made an effort to hit up some beaches. We tried to mix it up so that we could see some amazing parts of the world and both be happy.
Now, I don't hate the beach, but I get restless. And I burn if I am out in the sun for more than 20 minutes. So after getting to the beach, settling down and reading for about 5 minutes, I undoubtedly turn to Amber and say, "How long do you want to stay?" She of course would like to stay on the beach until it is too dark to find your way back home, so we generally have to compromise...
Throughout our trip we spent time on the beach in Costa Rica, Belize, Brazil, Thailand, and Vietnam. But poor Amber felt like she had not found the PERFECT BEACH. Many of the beaches were amazing, but something would be a little off. I started calling Amber "Goldilocks" because she would say, "this beach is nice, but I wish the water was not so shallow." Or the water would be too rough, or the beach was not wide enough, or there would be too much trash, or not enough shade, or even too much shade, or too many boats, or too many merchants, or too many hotels, or not enough facilities, or too rocky. And God forbid if there were JELLYFISH!!!! Like Goldilocks, she needed to find the beach that was "just right".