The next day, November 30, 2003. We all went to San Fabian and spent the first half of the day basking under the sun frolicking in the light-brown colored sand of the beach. The sand was fine, but maybe people just got too used to white sand, that some of us didn’t appreciate the beach at all. Of course, the kid in me took over, and I spent the entire time, digging canals, moats and a castle on the sand. Some of my classmates were also building castles. Some were just walking around, some were burrying Raf under the sand, some just stayed under the umbrella and didn’t move an inch.