Riding along it on the bike for 90 minutes, wading in it, the breeze, watching people with tiny nets in the shallows looking to catch tiny shellfish, just like their ancestors have since the Neolithic. The interference patterns from the breakwaters, where interlocking square waves mesmerize me as they break against my shins. The cool swim in the depths. The nut-brown Italian sun worshippers. The fit young shirtless men delivering pallets of water to seaside restaurants. The RV park model campgrounds on the beach. The places where the varied depths of the sea give you 5 distinct colors of blue. Seafood fresh every day.
I'm hooked.
I'd live a year here if I could legally, this family hotel with the kind hosts and the sea view. Bet I could bargain for $1000 Euros per month rent. Easy bus to train to anywhere else for day trips.
At dawn I had my new love all to myself.
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