The heat of the sun, the sea breeze, the sound of the sea in my ears, hot sand on my skin contact with y. .. a ping-pong ball directly my stomach.
-Eee .- scream nothing but notes on impact.
.- apologized "Sorry my cousin laughing.
Snort and then I stretched a little. The beach lulled me. Specifically that beach.
July 28 reached in a seen and unseen. And with it the summer holidays. The official.
He was like my aunt had called him "the summer of the girls." My mother, my cousin, my aunt and I would spend the month of August in a village lost in the sea. Incredible
truth. Not because everyone loves the lost villages of the coast, but something had to admit this in particular was beautiful and the most important thing was over 800 km of Mundaka. The other village on the coast. More than 800 km from one stage of my life I wanted to close completely.
I got up and put on my wetsuit. While
ran to the shore with the goggles still in his hand slipped my mind the last days. Relax. So much that I often forgot the recent events. A voice in my mind told me sometimes he must be alert. Another complained that he had to do was calm down and enjoy the summer.
I put my glasses and I dived into the water. I stay away from the shore as much as it was allowed. And I plunged. Down there, in clear water between fish, let me go. Sometimes I was still watching it move all around me. Other swam like a mad pursuit of some fish.
That day I did not want to make any two things. I began to move under the water slowly, looking at the bottom. Down from time to time to look more closely at a shell or stone.
Suddenly a small fish pass in front of my face without flinching if you want. Only 3 days we had there and I had become part of the marine fauna. I relaxed even more. Just felt like water moving my hair from side to side as if it were a more algae. I sighed and lots of bubbles came out of my mouth. Then it was the first time that derive from that into minutes that you breathe out. Maybe the magic had also its good?
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