A Day at Horseshoe Bay

Christina and I held hands as we got off the ship so that we didn't get separated in the crowd. The sun was shining brightly in the clear blue sky. Although we were just walking, I could feel sweat begin to form at my brow. We headed straight for Horseshoe Beach, the pink sand warm on our soles and in between our toes as opposed to the scorching hot sands back on Long Island. We made our way past rows of umbrellas and lounge chairs until we reached the front, settling down in a spot near the middle before we took off our cover-ups.

Christina uncovered her tan bikini-clad body, her long curly brown hair falling down her back. Already having swimshorts on, I took off my tank top to reveal my bathing suit top. I combed my blonde hair back into a ponytail as we went into the water. It was lukewarm and clear, unlike the cold and murky beaches back home. We did some snorkeling and swam alongside colorful fish. She'd deny it later (because of the snorkel, goggles and lack of fins), but underneath the water, she looked like a beautiful mermaid who glistened in the sunlight.