However, if we were not in a good mood and followed the locals up the hillside, we would have mistaken this place for a "peaceful and tranquil" place. When we climbed up the small dirt slope with our hands and feet, we saw the rolling Atlantic Ocean. The waves hit the rocks with such force that they directly turned the seawater into sea foam. I tried to tighten my clothes to prevent myself from being blown down by the sea breeze that whistled past my ears, but it turned out to be futile. The sky was still misty after the rain, and the misty golden sunlight and the azure blue sea, as well as the stone cottage and dam, were completely a piece of paradise. Locals brought their children here to hike and fish, and some brought their dogs to jog on the beach.