Renzo’s family rented a condo in a high-rise building at the beach. We stand out on the balcony and see the little people running around below. As soon as we finish exploring the condo, Renzo and I throw on our bathing suits and hit the beach.
I would be perfectly happy spending the entire weekend sunbathing, splashing in the surf and looking for seashells. But, after a nice long lounge in the sun, Renzo, being the ball of athletic energy that he is, yanks me up from my beach towel and announces that it is time to get moving.