As I say every year I come here, this is my idea of paradise. I went down for my swim this morning and I just couldn’t believe my good fortune. It is an especially good year as there are few things that are detracting from Paradise. At the moment there is no-one in the houses on either side and although people do come and sit on the rocks near our steps in the afternoon, this morning there was just me and sea. Sometimes there are little jelly fish, this year not a sign of them (probably famous last words I admit), the sea was warm and crystal clear. The tide was high which makes it easier to get into the water…..it was just heaven. All of this after exploring the horrific histories of Poland and Bosnia, it’s hard to believe.
So today our only chore was to walk along the beach to the restaurant, sit by the window overlooking the sparkling sea and eat mussels and clams in various forms and drink wine. I then decided to swim back from the restaurant so Chris took my things and I puddled along in the water. Even after a big meal I thought it would be quite difficult to drown.
We read, snooze, swim, shower off the salt with the outside shower and start the cycle again. I’ve discarded the Fitbit for this part of the holiday and am just really able to relax for the first time.
Evening is settling in and it reminds me that there is always one thing to ruin paradise, of course, as the mozzies zero in for their evening dose of blood. We will have a leftovers meal with some Prosecco from this area.
I think, having been brought up with yearly long summer holidays by the sea, there is nothing in the world I love more. This is a rocky, inhospitable beach but we don’t have to sit on it, we walk down the steps into the water and only have to walk along it to get down to the restaurant and it makes it hard for people to get to. Although there are always the resilient ones who do.
Enough of the bragging. I will once again be plodding around in the heat by myself before too long. And then there is the fact that I miss you all, all the time. I imagine how much you’d love being here with me.
On Thursday it is the big Italian holiday Ferragosto. So tomorrow we have to go into town to shop. Do you know I haven’t yet had my Italian coffee which I long for every year? So tomorrow I may have to move into gear again.
But in the meantime……