Beach towel. Thermos. Book. MP3. Sun screen lotion. Sarong. Sun screen for the face. Hat. My European banig. All check & into my handy beach basket. My beach elements.
Just a few meters away from home, I reach our little beach of pebbles & stones with a pathway just a few steps from the shore. I choose my spot on this scorching hot summer day. Finally, the kind of heat I expected. I am surrounded by French mothers in their late 40's & 50's that has a body of a young woman. I have to admit that they are sexier than the budding women in their early 20's. I look at my belly & gave out a heavy sigh.
Out on the sea, wind surfers float like butterflies in the blue that twinkles like a thousand diamonds. Only if there were more wind, those butterflies will glide. Just near the shore, a couple snorkels at a variety of sea stone sizes & colors, that are slippery & can deform your feet, especially your little toe, and some soft corals, if ever you can call them that or it exists in the Mediterranean Sea. I remembered how walking on the beach in the Philippines is such a treat. By the shore, there exists an ecosystem of sea slugs, sea ferns, crabs & tiny shell fish. It's a joy to know that there is a world so beautiful under the sea than just stones.
My camera just allowed me one snap shot of my view among the teen-agers, moms & dads, grand ma & grand fathers, kids & babies & a couple of kayaks. If only there were bars made of wood behind me serving cocktails & more sand & longer shores, it's almost like paradise. Heck, who am I kidding. The Philippine beaches are divine. And you get to have the beach for yourself since Filipinos don't like staying under the sun. But our barrio's beach will do for now. Although it's not the same fun, I get the same tan.
My view under the sun. Almost feels like home seeing Marseille as an island.
Just a few meters away from home, I reach our little beach of pebbles & stones with a pathway just a few steps from the shore. I choose my spot on this scorching hot summer day. Finally, the kind of heat I expected. I am surrounded by French mothers in their late 40's & 50's that has a body of a young woman. I have to admit that they are sexier than the budding women in their early 20's. I look at my belly & gave out a heavy sigh.
Out on the sea, wind surfers float like butterflies in the blue that twinkles like a thousand diamonds. Only if there were more wind, those butterflies will glide. Just near the shore, a couple snorkels at a variety of sea stone sizes & colors, that are slippery & can deform your feet, especially your little toe, and some soft corals, if ever you can call them that or it exists in the Mediterranean Sea. I remembered how walking on the beach in the Philippines is such a treat. By the shore, there exists an ecosystem of sea slugs, sea ferns, crabs & tiny shell fish. It's a joy to know that there is a world so beautiful under the sea than just stones.
My camera just allowed me one snap shot of my view among the teen-agers, moms & dads, grand ma & grand fathers, kids & babies & a couple of kayaks. If only there were bars made of wood behind me serving cocktails & more sand & longer shores, it's almost like paradise. Heck, who am I kidding. The Philippine beaches are divine. And you get to have the beach for yourself since Filipinos don't like staying under the sun. But our barrio's beach will do for now. Although it's not the same fun, I get the same tan.
My view under the sun. Almost feels like home seeing Marseille as an island.
