“I don’t have to be rich to have a private beach. I just need gas money and a long day off.”
People wonder what it is to travel at a whim to the most expensive, beautiful destinations from around the world where money and time is never an issue. I am one of those.
People wonder what the rich enjoy and experience. People fantasize what’s it like to own a private jet, hotel, island or beach and just live a life of permanent vacation. I am one of those.
Truth is, we can without having lots of money. We can improvise and have a version of what the rich have.
With creativity, imagination and practical realism, we get to see what they see, feel what they feel, experience what they experience.
Anyone can live life to the fullest for less.
We can have fun, relax, enjoy and be happy for so much less.
A private beach just for me? Sounds impossible, if not ridiculous but I had it not just once but a few times this Summer.
And my private beach didn’t cost me much except money for gas, bottled water and To Go food.
Sunday was my son’s last day of Summer. It was also my last day of Summer vacation. We chose to stay local for 2 weeks and not travel International or other States for two reasons.
First, outrageous expenses ( hotels, air fare and car rentals have been jacked up ).
Second, super crowded airports and public places when we are on a COVID surge with the Delta Variant.
Every time I bring up the idea of Hawaii or Cancun, son will show me an IG video clip of how crazy their airports are. And it worked.
The Private Beach…
Last day of Summer. My son and I decided to hike back to Garrapata State Park just passed Point Lobos. We’d been to the same spot 3 times. This time we intend to hike and climb the rocks farther till we can’t do it no more. That was the goal and the dream.
It almost did not happen. Wifey wants to drive somewhere closer, safer. In the end, what the heart wants won. Super lucky and happy.
My son called me as he pointed his fingers beyond the rocks, “Dad, look. It’s a Private Beach. Our Private Beach.”
And there it was, our own Private Beach. No soul in sight. We can do whatever. I could have swam naked and no one will care. My son won’t care either.
Just a small strip of beach but that’s all we needed for an enjoyment that is just ours. Did we feel rich? Yes. Did we see, feel and experience what the rich see, feel and experience? Yes, yes and yes.
On the way back, exhausted, face all sweaty, huffing and puffing, my son told me, “Dad, you look like your dying.” I replied, “I am, but I don’t care. Just give me a moment to catch my breathe.”
I don’t know how I made it back legs so tired, wobbly and heavy but I did.
Driving home, I told my son, “Can’t believe this is our last day of Summer.” Then I asked him, “Are you happy of the places we went to?” He smiled at me and replied, “Yes, I am happy.” I smiled back content, “I am happy too.”
This is our second Summer that we haven’t traveled outside the U.S. nor other States. We chose local Staycation and just do day trips. No overnight hotels too, if possible.
So far, we did fine. The fun, adventures and happiness are just as good, if not better.
Always live our Summers the way we dreamt our Summers would be. Never waste time procrastinating or dwelling on negativity. Just let our hearts surprise us with its adventures. No expectations.
Believe me, we will have such an amazing time that our hearts won’t be able to contain all that happiness.