Day at the beach in Chipiona
The sun is getting warm during the day now. Jill, Merek and I decide to go to the beach. I've got a bad cold.. and feel that lying on the beach is about all I can handle. Getting an average of 4 hours of sleep a night really takes its toll no matter how much fun you are having.
We meet at the bus station at 10 am, and of course, have café con leche in the already hot sun, while we wait for the bus. The ride is only half an hour or so, and as we leave Jerez the buildings give way to white square suburbs...and irrigated fields of what looks like legumes.. olive groves, vineyards... acres left fallow... and then arid sandy land, spotted with scrubby succulent plants. A kind of grey green mixed with dusty shades of beige and tan that is so very different than BC's lush temperate landscape.
I watch the country side go by and wonder how on earth it took me soooo long to get here. Images of my beautiful children appear before me as answers to my question.
We disembark at a bus station on the outskirts of Chipiona and walk through this holiday sea side town - like any other... only Spanish. Andalusia...bulerias and for some reason castenaras play in my mind..and I wonder if Jill and Merek would speak to me again if I danced on the beach.
It stretches out before us... and is empty! Only crazy foreigners would want to lie on the beach in March - because to a Spaniard this is still officially winter. Never mind that it is HOT during the day...they STILL walk around in sweaters, jackets and scarves. I think it's the tradition thing - really. You just don't start wearing summer clothes yet. You just don't. Nobody does. So there.
Anyway, we ARE foreigners... so we run onto the beach, spread out our towels, and Merek and I jump into the water - just to say we did. Then we spread out our picnic. We sleep, Merek builds a sandcastle, Jill tells us stories of South Africa and then we walk back through the town at 4 o'clock to catch the bus back.
And guess what , the sore throat seems to be improved. Better than cough drops any day!
Click here for a photo gallery of our day to, from, and at the beach!
We meet at the bus station at 10 am, and of course, have café con leche in the already hot sun, while we wait for the bus. The ride is only half an hour or so, and as we leave Jerez the buildings give way to white square suburbs...and irrigated fields of what looks like legumes.. olive groves, vineyards... acres left fallow... and then arid sandy land, spotted with scrubby succulent plants. A kind of grey green mixed with dusty shades of beige and tan that is so very different than BC's lush temperate landscape.
I watch the country side go by and wonder how on earth it took me soooo long to get here. Images of my beautiful children appear before me as answers to my question.
We disembark at a bus station on the outskirts of Chipiona and walk through this holiday sea side town - like any other... only Spanish. Andalusia...bulerias and for some reason castenaras play in my mind..and I wonder if Jill and Merek would speak to me again if I danced on the beach.
It stretches out before us... and is empty! Only crazy foreigners would want to lie on the beach in March - because to a Spaniard this is still officially winter. Never mind that it is HOT during the day...they STILL walk around in sweaters, jackets and scarves. I think it's the tradition thing - really. You just don't start wearing summer clothes yet. You just don't. Nobody does. So there.
Anyway, we ARE foreigners... so we run onto the beach, spread out our towels, and Merek and I jump into the water - just to say we did. Then we spread out our picnic. We sleep, Merek builds a sandcastle, Jill tells us stories of South Africa and then we walk back through the town at 4 o'clock to catch the bus back.
And guess what , the sore throat seems to be improved. Better than cough drops any day!
Click here for a photo gallery of our day to, from, and at the beach!
posted by Edie at 1:40 PM
1 Comments:
aaaaaaaaaah! hope you're feeling better Edie.
Glad to have you back (blog-wise).
It's a treat!
Jesse ;)
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