a writer's notebook: "write a little every day, without hope, without despair" - isak dinesen
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Tropicana..
Ever since a child I've had an aversion to going to the beach in a group, especially with a family. It's also where my aversion - to this day - of baggage - physical, emotional or otherwise. Carrying picnic stuff, beach furniture and umbrellas gets me running in the opposite direction. Although I've not yet completely suceeded, my aim is to travel as lightly, to live as streamlined as possible... to leave no treacks. But I still love the smell of suntan lotion, of icecream and already-chewed bubblegum melted on the tarmac of a scorching summer's day. And to spend the day in nothing but board shorts and barefoot.
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