In college, I had a suitemate from Michigan. When the rest of us discovered she had never seen the ocean, it became something we had to do. At the end of spring semester, we all rode the train out to Coney Island so that Josie Jo could see the Atlantic for the first time. When it came time for the magic moment, we walked down to the ocean... and she shrugged. "It looks like Lake Michigan," she said.
About nine years later, I finally understood what she meant.