Dear you,
I’m writting to you from the beach, sitting under my pink and white parasol on the
fine sand of Calypso beach, while waiting for my third windsurfing lesson.
I keep falling but I don’t give up, clinging on to the harness and ropes! It's hot, exactly as one
would like it to be! The saturation of multicoloured swimsuits, fluorescent inflatables, immaculated boats,
in front of sea and sky blues, makes me feel like in a never ending Lambada video clip.
This scent of solar cream! And Daho playing on the radio!
Imagine us next summer, still wearing those special scuba bodies, accompaning our ice creams with
a glass of rosé... We can also do that on the Wave beach, after all, Mediterranean air is the same everywhere.
Sea you soon,
M.
*I almost forgot, do you remember that traditional Cypriot dress?
I have seen one go by, its colour that of sunset. I could imagine it draped by my windsurf ropes.
