Today I longed so much for the beach, I slept in a beautiful breeze and suddenly remebered those summer mornings in a small, simple breezy beach house overlooking a vast mediterannean sea , kids piled over each other in the beds, grown ups having early coffee chats in the white balcony, the smell of breakfast minutes away, dozens of cousins walking in and out of rooms as the sea breeze sweeps through nightgowns and bed sheets...The kids then get all restless, they finally get their way as suddenly eveyone is zigzagging through the house, putting on bathing suits, the smell of sunscreen flowing through my nostrils; buckets, raquets, balls of all sizes, drinks, brightly coloured beach bags and weightless sarongs all mingle together as the family invades the beach that is only 10 metres from the house. A primitve gathering on the soft warm sands is formed, as the men struggle to fight the wind with the umbrella and the children enter into unarmed combat with the waves. Teenagers are playnig raquet, showing off biceps, running with ipods, playing football with more teenagers who suddenly appear out of no where, and tanning the day away, while the wives and moms sit to read vogue magazines while discussing the same new year resolutions they have had all their lives....The same skinny man who has been selling arabic sweets on the beach for the past lifelong years, whose smile and face seem to be inseperable, marches profesionally along the sand yelling "freska" ...the kids are hooked...Its suddenly close to sunset, our boys have won 4-3, the girls have turned a golden sun-kissed brown and the kids have burried granpa...The grown ups suggest fish and in a snap blue lips, rumbling stomachs and cranky siblings turn into uncontrollable laughters, a warmly lit restaurant, loud waiters that smell of shrimp and chequred table cloths. We sluggishly drag ourselves to walk home, while the heavy stomachs and sea wind combine to force deep secrets out of our mouths...we have all just become closer. Sweet cups of tea with milk at home prepare the youngsters for a donzen games of cards with the neighbours' kids, fuelled by the night summer winds swirling through the opened windows and fumbling the sunstroked hair, the joyous screams of youth get louder and louder until the match is on TV...one by one the young eyes close and very soon cousins upon cousins lie braided head in leg, sunken in the couch caressed by the same sea wind that forms this dreamland and that puts us softly to sleep so that we may do it all again tomorrow...
Today I longed so much for the beach, I slept in a beautiful breeze and suddenly remebered those summer mornings in a small, simple breezy beach house overlooking a vast mediterannean sea , kids piled over each other in the beds, grown ups having early coffee chats in the white balcony, the smell of breakfast minutes away, dozens of cousins walking in and out of rooms as the sea breeze sweeps through nightgowns and bed sheets...The kids then get all restless, they finally get their way as suddenly eveyone is zigzagging through the house, putting on bathing suits, the smell of sunscreen flowing through my nostrils; buckets, raquets, balls of all sizes, drinks, brightly coloured beach bags and weightless sarongs all mingle together as the family invades the beach that is only 10 metres from the house. A primitve gathering on the soft warm sands is formed, as the men struggle to fight the wind with the umbrella and the children enter into unarmed combat with the waves. Teenagers are playnig raquet, showing off biceps, running with ipods, playing football with more teenagers who suddenly appear out of no where, and tanning the day away, while the wives and moms sit to read vogue magazines while discussing the same new year resolutions they have had all their lives....The same skinny man who has been selling arabic sweets on the beach for the past lifelong years, whose smile and face seem to be inseperable, marches profesionally along the sand yelling "freska" ...the kids are hooked...Its suddenly close to sunset, our boys have won 4-3, the girls have turned a golden sun-kissed brown and the kids have burried granpa...The grown ups suggest fish and in a snap blue lips, rumbling stomachs and cranky siblings turn into uncontrollable laughters, a warmly lit restaurant, loud waiters that smell of shrimp and chequred table cloths. We sluggishly drag ourselves to walk home, while the heavy stomachs and sea wind combine to force deep secrets out of our mouths...we have all just become closer. Sweet cups of tea with milk at home prepare the youngsters for a donzen games of cards with the neighbours' kids, fuelled by the night summer winds swirling through the opened windows and fumbling the sunstroked hair, the joyous screams of youth get louder and louder until the match is on TV...one by one the young eyes close and very soon cousins upon cousins lie braided head in leg, sunken in the couch caressed by the same sea wind that forms this dreamland and that puts us softly to sleep so that we may do it all again tomorrow...
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