You wanted sun, beach, sea, the sound of the waves, and a delicious dinner at a tavern while watching a beautiful sunset. But you only get all that by dealing with the hassle of finding a parking spot, lugging around coolers, the heat, and the crowds—plus an outrageously expensive beach chair with an umbrella, sunscreen mixed with sand, and high parking fees, along with overpriced, mediocre drinks and food served by unfriendly staff. That's the price you pay for it all
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