Back in my room, I tried to sleep off the misery… but by 11:30 AM, I gave up. So I slipped on my sandals and wandered along the shoreline. The beach, usually buzzing with tourists, was almost empty—just a few brave souls strolling like me. With no sun and light rain falling, the scene was oddly peaceful. My hangover might have lingered, but that walk? Totally therapeutic. đŸŒŠ
If you ever find yourself nursing a hangover in paradise, remember: warm soup, strong coffee, and a quiet walk by the sea can do wonders—even in a storm.
