It is hard to describe what a desolate beach looks like. In fact, it’s difficult to mention those two words together as they almost seem to contradict one another. In an entire state filled with gorgeous, fun, active beaches, it is rare to find any location that would disappoint. But alas, Delray Beach has achieved what no other beach in South Florida could be: boring.
If the aim of Delray’s residents was to do everything possible to keep all manner of visitors away, then they have accomplished it. The town itself is not difficult to find, but everything seems sparse the moment anybody gets off the highway (either keep going south or north, because there’s not much fun in Delray). A few shopping plazas are around, but not a decent mall. There is a movie theatre, but it’s oddly placed next to a grocery center which may be the only source of entertainment for miles. Even the Pollo Tropical has an underwhelming sense of cooking, making sure that even commuters don’t have a decent lunch.
All of these problems could’ve been set aside for just one thing. Even with bad cooking and underprivileged movie theatres aside, the only event that matters in the beginning of a weekend is a beach. This is where Delray Beach commits the largest cardinal sin of summer; their beach is boring.
In order to access the beach, one must go through a series of fruitless trials. The first trial is to search for a way to access the beach. The entire town is under complete control by the upper class residents that have used their homes to systematically block the coastal area. Yes, they all share the same backyard, but at least they keep any eager tourists out with their infinite amount of “private, “not for public”, and “club members only” signs. When the signs start to number the palm trees, it’s time to go back to the highway.
Sadly for those who can reach the sands of Delray Beach, vindication is fleeting. The second trial is of loneliness, as in nobody except that one tourist is going to be at the beach. Even on a Friday afternoon, the beach has absolutely no activity. There is no music, no laughter, and no action whatsoever. This is fine for those who wish for a peaceful hour of reading and don’t want to see any hot bodies by the ocean, but not so much for beach goers desperately trying to enjoy the last week of summer.
If anyone is headed for Delray Beach, it’s probably for business purposes or by accident. Maybe a supervisor called for a conference, thus pulling any poor subjects far from their fun neighborhoods to a town filled with absolutely no recreation. Many beaches have private homes, but Delray Beach tries to convince visitors that owning property is more important than having fun. It is a town that tries to show off it’s splendor in the worst way possible, by not sharing any of it.