I love the beach. Maybe it's the sound of the ocean. Maybe I like the feeling of warm sand between my toes. Maybe it reminds me of when I was little and my entire family would stay at my cousin's beach house in Virginia Beach. Whatever it is, I LOVE the beach.
The Jersey Shore is not Virginia Beach. The sand is different, grittier, and it's just more littery. There are cigarette butts, empty bottles, cans, and pieces of bread that stupid people leave behind for the sea gulls. It's not EVERYWHERE, but it's enough to think it's kind of gross. It's also enough to make me a little bit sad that a very fond childhood memory can be tarnished by something as simple as stepping on an empty water bottle.
In Liechtenstein this is not so. There are strict rules to keep our few beaches beautiful and fun. There are trash cans that will be emptied frequently, no smoking will be allowed on the sand, coolers will be allowed, but the trash WILL NEED TO BE DISCARDED IN THE BINS. Heavy fines will be issued for those that ruin my beaches. There are also advanced cleaning machines and operators who are compensated handsomely, because as I've said before, I love the beach.
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