The sun was a molten gold disc as we hit the shoreline, the salty wind teasing the hem of my bikini. Liz laughed, the sound mixing with the surf’s roar, and we dove straight into the turquoise chaos. Waves crashed over us, pulling us into a rhythm that felt like an old, familiar song—only this time, the melody was our own.
: If your trip involves being on the water, always check local weather reports and ensure all safety gear is on board. 4. Planning the Perfect Itinerary TripForFuck.23.10.17.Liz.Ocean.18.Years.Old.She...