An hour and a half later, Georgia is parking in a space along Pacific Avenue, which is a picturesque tree-lined street with adorable little shops and cafés. We grab our beach bags and start walking toward the water.
“If you get bored of the beach, we can always head to the Beach Boardwalk,” Georgia suggests. “It’s like an old-fashioned amusement park. It’s fun.”
“That does sound fun,” I agree. “I definitely want to show Loïc what a real beach day is like. He likes to do all these exhausting activities when he takes me to the beach. Right, babe?” I playfully nudge Loïc in the side.
“To which activity are you referring? The boogie-boarding or the other activity we did in the water? Because, if I remember correctly, you didn’t complain about that.” He shoots me a wink.
I shake my head and
