Day One

I woke up around 10 am, I could not sleep more, it was already very warm in my room. When I opened the door a bright sun and its friend heat greeted me that morning. Aim of the day: go to the beach!
There are quite a few to choose from and my friend decided for a place called “Torre del Loro”. We left around midday, drove past olive tree groves, peach orchards and Palos, the famous town which saw in the 15th century three sailing ships- called Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria, the three caravels, leaving its harbour fitted out with bravery and curiosity. Their Captain was Cristopher Columbus. My Spanish friend attempted a discussion on the nationality of Columbus (Spanish people believe he is from Spain!) but I stopped him even before he could say anything: “There is no discussion, Columbus is Italian. If you are convinced of the opposite, then it means that you need to take you history exam again”. He laughed at my strong reaction and he didn’t take the discussion further. After all, he knew I was right.
I had a great time at the beach: swimming, sunbathing, eating, more sunbathing, walking along the coast, staring at the horizon thinking of Africa. I took lots of pictures, -of course!- the ancient and crumbled tower was a very fascinating subject. Seagulls were flying above our heads, their shadows running along the cliffs.
We stayed at the beach until the sunset and then drove back home. On our left the colours of a fulfilled sunset: pink, deep red, purple glinding into blue. On our right, the darkness of a nocturnal, limpid sky.