When we first told people we were moving to Tirana, those people who were familiar with Albania's location asked if I was excited about having easy access to the Adriatic and Ionian beaches. Up to that point I hadn't even given them a thought since I am not a beach person. I love being near the water, hearing the sound of surf crashing, and feeling grains of sand squish between my toes. However, the mere thought of sitting in the hot sun for hours on end is enough to send me running for cover. No matter how much or how strong the sun screen, within a half hour of prime time summer beach time, my entire family will have turned the color of boiled lobsters. Idly sitting in the shade of a beach umbrella, which again does little to protect me skin, doesn't do it for me either. Neither do the sweltering crowds, running children kicking up sand, and sketchy boardwalks that accompany so many beach areas. We lived a few miles from Virginia Beach for years yet the only time I ever ventured onto the beach was when my parents visited and insisted they wanted to go to the beach. The week we rented a beach house on the Outer Banks of North Carolina was the longest week of my life; too much sun, sand, and heat and not enough activity had me going stir crazy by Wednesday. But the beach in April is just perfect for me.
|There are always rocks to throw|
|And Sidney found a big stick|
|Bunkers in the lagoon|