A holiday in a holiday. Marbella was the place called. I was just recovering from a plane trip of 24 hours and was going to step back on the plane for just a lousy 3 hours.
10 days of sun , beaches and rest. The sun wasn’t important for me. I’m living in the sun 8 months a year, the other months i’m in Belgium or the Netherlands. So you can figure it out yourself.
It was a time of no regrets, sorrows or stress. It was a time of restaurants with lousy food and good food. It was a time of beaches and swimming pools. It was a time of rest, rest and more rest.
The days started by walking to the sofa on the terrace and laying down for a while till it was time to get up and to get ready to move to the beach to find a good spot to lay down.
Once that spot was find it was hard to get back up again. The only time that worked was when the sun was getting to hot on the body. Cooling down was becoming a necessity. it was your survival instinct that made you walked to the water. The hot sand was forcing you to take a run from the relaxing sun bed to the stressing cold seawater.
We also managed to do a field trip. The search of missing flipper. With ten people gathered in a rescue boot we were going to do an attempt to find flipper. After a time we know that flipper wasn’t going to appear for tourist cruising in a noisy rescue boat. So we gave up the rescue of flipper and just started to enjoy the ride. Taking pictures of each other and the endless sea without flipper on the background.
And rescuing was something that was a red tape trough our holiday. The kids managed to save a tiny little fish that was caught in a miraculous way in a bathing suite from an horrible dead of choking. Whole the beach was witness of this miraculous saving of a living being,
But time flies by when you try to save the wildlife of Spain. And the deadline arrives after all.
No comments:
Post a Comment