My dream vacation is where is where the waves crash against the yellow sand. Where the wind quietly howls and puffs, blowing sand into small mounds. Little children running, playing in the sand, building sandcastles that will later be destroyed by the raging ocean.
I would sit on the ground listening to the sound of waves crashing against rocks and the giggling if children. I would walk along the edge of the water, picking up shells and small rocks as a memento. I would watch the seagulls squawk and fight over food like dogs, and crabs drawing under rocks.