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Cala Sant Francesc
A beach day
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The wind swept our worries away as we cruised along the Mediterranean. In the car we spoke of what was to come: my next steps, Marina's summer plans, Natalia's new job and Vanja's move to Barcelona, intertwined with silence in-between.
July, I think there is a therapeutic power to staring at the sea listening to the rest of the world and time pass by.
Cala Sant Francesc
The secluded beach of Cala Sant Frances was surrounded in a cove by tall pines and ridiculous beach houses which all ironically have a swimming pool.
A narrow road snaked across its entirety in and out, with minimal parking available to visitors. Many people parked twenty minutes away on the other side of the hill just to be at the beach.
beach day
We arrived packed with beers and chips and lay in the scorching sun for hours as we read magazines and books and listened to the hordes of people splash about.
Most fascinating was observing how liberal Europe is at the seaside about nudity and how bodies are accepted and appreciated for what they are, rather than sexualised objects. People of all ages, sizes and colours were topless or naked; how different from Australia!
But I also wondered why people only behave like this at the beach. These attitudes don't necessarily translate into everyday society.
a paddle out to sea
I walked by the cliffs and saw a groups of friends hire a paddle boat reminiscent of every trip to a lake in the summer. The typical swan head was replaced by a water slide, and people would lie down and paddle instead of sitting up.
They swam all the way out of the cove to sea. Sun-kissed teenagers drunkenly jumped in and out of the water, splashing each other with the salty Mediterranean.
It must have been so thrilling to be out there on their own. Watching them felt peaceful, my mind could see the vast space and focused on them for a few minutes.
flowers
As the clock ticked over 9pm, we packed up and called it a day.
We walked back to the car and found a beautiful floral wall when the loud music started booming out the back from visitors nearby. We danced crazily for the next twenty minutes for one final hurrah before taking a few cute photos to remember the day.
The sun shone bright and the new friendships were like flowers, blooming from a sweet dose of love and care. And for a day, it was all that mattered and all that needed to matter.
I hope you've experienced the sea July.
With love,
Thomas
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