The sand on the beach was multicolored. Dark gray, black, tinted red with iron. There were very few people. A couple surfers rode the waves in black skinsuits. A group of young people, three girls and a guy, drank beers next to the slope that led down to the beach. The guy was the most chatty of them, a fashionable Brit with dark hair bleached down the center.
I stood back a ways, balancing on one foot to take off my shoes. I normally don't feel too awkward around people my age, but with my parents nearby I found it difficult to interact. They lounged on the sand in a small circle, the girls sitting mostly crosslegged and the guy stretched out.
The girl farthest from us toyed with an expensive-looking camera. She took a picture during our sporadic conversation. I watched her aim, making room for me in the frame. The shutter clicked.