Easter was about to end and my wife was going crazy about not having gone to the beach. We were supposed to be on a break, but I still had editing works to finish (some of which had been paid in advance). The whole week was very stressful. 
She had her chance to go to the beach with her mom. I made my crew wait until the very last minute. Don't get me wrong, I love the beach and I love sharing with my family, but our local beach has some issues and the amount and kind of people that visit it at the end of the so-called "holy week" aren't exactly holy.
I like the beach better when it's deserted
Today, it wasn't. We just got a few clear square meters for a few minutes.
My brother-in-law came with us with his son and his suicidal (see last picture) pet, Nutella. 
We had a great time, even though we were not drinking or eating anything special. It was sunny for most of the afternoon and the water was relatively clear (there's usually a lot of seaweed).
Some gray clouds at the end of the afternoon
This is how most of the beach was like
and this was part of the "fair" courtesy of the revolution. The host was reminding us every 2 minutes through the best sound populism can buy that all that beach fun was thanks to "my general, mister so and so", "my mayor...", "my governor...", and a lot etc.
Thank goodness there were some kids on horses riding up and down the beach. They provided some relaxing and fun moments.
They also made us confirm that my brother-in-law's dog has no idea how small and fragile she actually is.
Here she is running after and barking at this horse. At some point she chased three! One of the riders had to get off his horse and shoo the tiny ting away, lest any of the horses smashed it.
I'm sure no amount of faith would have brought Nutella back, not even on resurrection Sunday.