On the 10th of July 2024, I whisked my wife away to Jericho Beach for a much-needed break. The past few weeks had been tough on her, as she was feeling emotionally drained after conceiving our child. We hopped on a bus and then caught the SkyTrain, navigating through the bustling streets that required a detour due to road maintenance.
Upon arrival, we were greeted by a warm sun that was just right—not too hot. I hadn't packed a change of clothes, so I stayed dry on the shore. My wife, however, was prepared with her swimwear and eagerly plunged into the sea. She swam for a while, then returned to the shore where we savored "Chadpati," a spicy mix of Wai Wai noodles, chilies, and onions, followed by a crisp apple she had brought along.
The beach was alive with people soaking up the sun and relishing the serene ambiance of the sea. Couples strolled hand in hand, families laughed and played, friends gathered in joyous groups. Some ventured into the water to swim, others canoed or boated. Both young and old basked in the shared joy of the day.
After an hour of blissful relaxation, we made our way back. It was a wonderful escape, marking our baby's second outing. I dream of the day I can bring our child here again, perhaps on the very same date, and watch him delight in the beauty of this place.
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