During our time in Australia, I got to visit at least six different beaches, including Uncle Peter and Aunt Margi's favorite one on the Mornington Peninsula.
I looked really cool whenever we went to the beach, due in large part to some of the fun sand toys and sunwear I got as early Christmas presents from Aunt Margi.
But in reality I was quite terrified by the wind and loud waves at most beaches. Any time we got close to the water, I headed the other direction, and felt safest the time Dad tucked me in to the sand so I felt like I wouldn't blow or wash away.
I did, however, enjoy the many beach-related activities we did. For instance, generous Aunt Margi allowed us to borrow a car and found us places to stay along the famous
Great Ocean Road for three nights, and I loved that trip and eating and staying in view of the ocean, as long as I didn't have to go into it. Check out where we ate our breakfasts on the deck of our first hotel room!
I also thought it was pretty cool to see
The Twelve Apostles. They're eroding about a centimeter a year, I heard, so there might not be too many years left to see them.
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