We spent an entire day on the beach. It was fucking lovely.
Then we came home.
The guy in front of N on the second half of the trip was a total douche bag and kept throwing himself into the back of his chair to hit in her in the face with it while she slept. I wanted to give him a stern talking to. N wished him a slow death by stomach cancer. That should give you a pretty decent idea about the difference in our temperaments.
I'm going to go play League of Legends on non-resort internet. Win!