The med. Almost a year in Europe and we had only now managed to reach the med for a swim. The moment we hit the beach we were in. Bags thrown to ground with tshirts, pants and shoes following in quick succession and making a haphazard line towards the water edge.
And it was B U T Full! So warm. So refreshing. Keep in mind we are still covered in tomato. The locals hoses had done their best but behind our ears, down our backs and in all those other not so often seeing sun places, we were still nicely tomatoed.
Quick scrub, bit of a swim and we hit the beach for dinner. Tortilla, tomatoes, ice cream, and tinto de verrano.
As dusk settled upon us, we drank heartily from our 50c wine casks and lent back into the sand to enjoy the suns setting. We threw up the tent, bundled in our valuables, locked it up and wandered off to say hello to the other groups of wanderers lazily sprawled out on the beach around us.
The night passed with us wandering a good while. Meeting and greeting a heap of other people, watching scores of skinny dippers strutting their stuff and then, after Sam and Jo were told they could not enter the bars (the bouncer didn-t like their beach style of dress with jandals and shorts), and I found myself falling asleep in the next cirlce of people we came to, we all decided to hit the sand and steal a few winks.
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