After naps on Friday, Courben desperately wanted one more stroll in the surf. I’m not sure what possessed me to just roll up our jeans and head down instead of taking the time to put on swim suits, but that’s what we did. It started off as just an accident, a wave that came in a bit too far and splashed the cuffs of our jeans. Of course, it didn’t stop there, though. Before we had even turned around to head back to the condo, Courben was sopping, dripping wet from the ocean. We had to race back, rinse off, and change out of our soggy clothes so we could get to our dinner reservations on time. I’d say our final walk was definitely worth the giggles and memories and I may or may not have learned my lesson.