D and I are staying at The Breakers Resort belatedly celebrating our tenth wedding anniversary. Thanks to a collaborative effort on the parts of my parents and D’s, we were able to leave the kids with them and escape alone. We desperately need this time.
Due to Tropical Storm Debby, we spent the first part of our vacation indoors and/or window shopping, watching True Blood, and enjoying the quiet.
Today was the first time the skies cleared enough to go to the pool and the beach.
I feel compelled to say the resort is breathtaking in every way. The staff is attentive, friendly, and everyone has gone out of his or her way to make sure we are enjoying our stay. Our suite is spacious, clean, and comfortable, and we even have two small balconies we can walk out onto with a gorgeous view of the Atlantic. The entire resort is impeccably clean, and clearly no detail has been left unattended to.
That being said, I was disappointed when we hit the beach today. D and I took a little walk after we tired of the pool.
There was litter. In the waves. Stuck in the piles of seaweed on the beach. Washing ashore. Bottle caps, chunks of plastic, even an empty tube of toothpaste, not to mention a granola bar wrapper, a plastic bag and various other pieces of trash.
In. Our. Ocean.
I started picking up trash. If I’d had a trash bag, I’d have filled it easily. But D stopped me.
“C’mon,” he said, “What’re you gonna do, pick it all up?”
“Don’t start. I’ll pick up what I want to,” I snapped. My husband and I are very different in the way we view things. I like to think one person can make a difference.
I picked up as much as I could carry and dropped it in the trash bins conveniently located at the edge of the beach right before reaching the pool area again. I felt people looking at me and I wanted to shout at all of them. Just imagine if everyone, everywhere cleaned up their messes AND taught their spoiled, bratty children to do the same?
Here we are, in the middle of paradise, and there’s trash everywhere on the beach.
Frankly? It sort of ruined my day and I’m not inclined to return to the beach area. It’s been awhile since I’ve written about green things or the largest floating landfill, but that doesn’t change anything. We’re still slowly destroying our own planet. And no one seems to give a shit.
One person CAN make a difference. Today, I picked up trash off of the beach. If every other guest outside had joined me, we could’ve knocked it out pretty quickly, at least the stuff on the beach and things close to shore. When appropriate, my kids help me clean up litter. I’m teaching them (and yes, they are young, so reminders are necessary) to pick up after themselves. Just because we are staying at a really nice resort doesn’t mean we let everyone else clean up after us.
What do you think about this? Would you have stopped to pick up trash? Do you pick up litter? Why or why not? What do you teach your children about all of this?