My beach expectations just got bumped to a whole new level. The beach in Tel Aviv was pristine: huge rolling waves, warm water, silky sand, and the perfect amount of buoyancy. Bobbing up and down in those waves for a few hours, a nap in the sand, schwerma from a restaurant across the street, and a golden sunset over the Mediterranean—can life get any better? I submit that it cannot.
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