Everyone knows I am not a beach person but Seth is.  On our first morning in Coromandel Seth got up before sunrise.  Now don't die of shock, it wasn't hard as we seem to be going to bed early and getting up even earlier.  He wanted to get sunrise on the beach pictures.  I decided to join him and when I got there I had an overpowering urge to collect seashells.  They were everywhere and they were whole and big compared to what I found in Hawaii or California.  I couldn't stop picking them up. 

At one point I felt like the sea was giving me presents.  I stood next to some rocks and watched the waves come in and for a bit, yup I said bit, a wave would wash up a seashell.  I am not kidding, the sea gave me seashells.  Now the Seth logical part of my brain told me that judging by the abundance of shells already on the beach that the sea was not giving me presents it was simply doing what it always does and washing things ashore.  At that point my heart brain kicked the logical brain's ass and went with the sea is giving me presents deal.  I am sticking with that one.

Needless to say I now have a shoe box full of shells to bring home.  Oh happy day.