All In Mid-August

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  Trizia the beach and sludge

  August 11, Thursday morning

  Get off at the beach was truly indispensable and go barefoot along the shore and in the waters of the bay. She had this in her head only. Impatient, she went out immediately after breakfast. In the morning on the beach smelled of salt and oily aroma of pine and eucalyptus trees. She breathed deeply and began the walk on the legs reddened, barefoot in the water on the shore fresh from the night.

  The moderate swell and the water crystal clear and blue reminded the gemstone aquamarine. Pure wave round and growing in the middle of the bay and on the beach with a long resonance, such as ocean wave, in which one day she tried to dive. Even now she felt the thrill of that body of water. The carrying very high and rested on the sand with the same delicacy of a hand reclined on the ground a chick. By comparison, here it was all in miniature, but equally joyous sensations felt inside. The sublime power of the sea loaded with passion towards life. From a distance, the sand appeared to her sometimes flecked with black, like smeared by oil slicks, but approaching, she found that they were of fine volcanic rock.

  The black sand, full of minute grains of silver, blue and green shone and reflected the rays of the sun. She took it between her fingers. Fine grains were attached to the palms and shimmering scales as bright. Later there were people. They scraped the greenish rock at the foot of the ridge near the water, among boulders of around. She did not want to participate in the destruction of the natural heritage, but was curious and came over. Even children scraped the rock bass on the rocks of the shore, with a stone pestle and as if smeared on the face of each other, have fun.

  They laughed to shop. A little girl smeared the clay on the cheeks of a smaller and more doubtful. "What game are you doing?" She tried the right tone, she happened rarely address children. She was insecure. "Sludge" answered quickly. "They make the skin smooth." Another smiled, and slid into the palm of the hand a handful of clay. She felt tenderness. Their simplicity was immediate.

  She smeared the clay, and when dries the already washed away, the skin came out soft and velvety. Now she wanted to attend the center for aesthetic would return home rejuvenated. She went on the excursion in the bay. With eyes of wonder watching the thermal water that oozed steam gushed from the rock and formed puddles and rivulets with steaming hot.

  People between the rocks inhaling the vapors but Trizia could not stand the intense heat coming out of the cracks. She stopped later, a group unusually curled up in the water a few feet from the shore. They bathed in the hot springs of the point. A woman pointed to an old plant of prickly pears the size of a tree as a reference point, in front of the plant, there were springs. Trizia went into the water and curled up. Tiny bubbles rose and wrapped the warm massaging. She was thrilled. Even the people were generous, shared not only the beauty, but also the wealth of their land. Now she regretted not being there ever has been before. Now she wanted to recover the lost time.

  "A slice of heaven" was repeated blessed, while the tip of the promontory, a speedboat came hurtling into the bay along the coast in an area of the sea certainly prohibited. The waves lifted soon reached the shore sweeping Trizia rinsing tourists and swimmers from the sludge. They railed all, each in their own language or in their own dialect.

  Trizia shook her head; she could not explain why some people had remained indifferent. "It gets worse," wrinkled old woman in the face and darkened by the sun assured. She placed emphasis on the words waving a hand in the air, the other clutching the slender wrist for a girl naked. A man too old, stocky body and dry intervened. "Now they just want the money, and many immediately think and want to spend it, we were God-fearing, we were happy with what was there, we had respect for the sea and our land." The pathos was gone. Trizia felt the need to take refuge among the warmest protected and reassuring services. At the spa park lay back on the bed on board the Triton. She needed to relax.

  Marco joined her soon after. Still dripping, he returning from gym class in the pool. He fatigued. "Did not see you this morning" He was in a hurry to go and change, but wanted to know if their relationship could be continued. She pretended not to remember. With regard to the confidential tone with which they had left, she had not yet had time to think. She described the beauty of the bay, but could not hide his disenchantment. Marco was sorry. She had dealt with a strong detachment, but maybe it was the fault of the unpleasant experience.

  He avoided serious topics too, when he was in the company of a beautiful woman. The mood compromised trips with her and the rest. He was in the mind of the afternoon excursion planned by the agency. "Trizia, stay up, do not take it this afternoon is planned around the island, you will make an overall view of the environment." She did not want to think about it a lot. She intended to visit the island. "I'll give you listen, you know what I'm doing, I'm going to book me, there will also be her this afternoon?" Marco smiled; he was rewarded for his interest. There was a future in their relationship. He understood him. "No, I massage, I am sorry, I greet you." He went away disappointed. He lost the chance of an afternoon with her, but the massages were an integral part of the cure. Then today there was the masseuse. He had his own merit. He went to the locker room. The next morning would be made to find Triton when she arrived.