A day at the beach
The beach our way
Facing the sea, happiness is a simple idea
Seeing the sunrise as the sun rises from the sea and reflects on the slightly rippling water and warmly kisses the golden sand is worth the effort of getting up early.
The smell of saltiness rises to your nostrils and the breeze caresses your face, the still damp sand tickles your skin and you realise that your day is going to be really special - there is no better start.
And then more sea and sun and sun and sea...
Despite the hour, there is no shortage of company, the screeching of the seagulls stealing prey in flight, the lapping of the water washing away even the most stubborn thoughts, the chatter of the lifeguards preparing to welcome you and the smell of hot brioches luring you mercilessly to the nearest kiosk.
For an exclusive relationship with the sea, the ideal is direct contact, without barriers limiting the horizon. Sitting on the rough surface of the rocks with your legs crossed, steaming cappuccino in your hand and the memory of jam melting in your mouth. And talk to the sea.
And then more sea and sun and sun and sea, and shells to collect and crossword puzzles to fill in, and chapters to read eagerly or kites to fly.
As long as our empty stomachs demand attention, and even if we haven't thought about it before, it doesn't matter, because we can find something to please our palates and our eyes, which never tire of spying on the dishes of our table neighbours to copy their choices. And the appetite melts in your mouth, heralding pure pleasure.
And then more sea and sun and sun and sea, and naps to squeeze in, bowling competitions to dodge, football matches to win or cheer.
The last rays of sunlight pass through the bright orange of the spritz in the company, immortalised to make those at home envious, hands salted by chips greet the last ones leaving the sunbeds for a hot shower.
Bye sea, and tomorrow we start again.