family chalets have always been kind of yawn worthy. i end up wandering a lot by myself. one good thing about this chalet is that it is like super duper near to the beach (and no before u ask not all chalets are necessarily near the beach but then again near and far is pretty subjective).
so in the morning i went to the beach and just sat there for ages. thinking and then not thinking and wishing on the airplanes that fly by so very often.
really, my favourite place on earth is the beach. (i am feeling a little deja vu i think posted abt this before) i love every little thing about it. the salty scent that i feel like bottling up and taking home with me like what paddington bear did, the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore, watching the foamy white waves gathering strength and moving towards the sand, the cool sea breeze.
oh but the litter at the beach pisses me off to no end. "hi everyone let me introduce to you, this *points at yellow bin* is called a dustbin. it's for you to throw things in." leave the beach alone, assholes.
if i had somebody whom i could talk endlessly to and yet knows how to shut up at the right time, i could stay at the beach for the whole day without doing anything else, really. except breakfast lunch and dinner, cos a girl needs to eat you know.