A few hours ago, while I was going through my mail in my hotel room I saw something weird on beach shore: something big and gray - like a rock - appeared to be moving. When I took a deeper look, I realized that it was a seal. The first thing I thought was: "This is the first time I see a seal on the beach. How cool is that! Let's go to play fetch with him!" ;-)

 

The thing is that, when I got over there I realized that the seal was badly injured and that was the reason why he was resting on the beach... so all the joy turned to sorrow. Damn! I hate when these things happen. :-(