Taking the train to S. Marianella (the beach). I never know what I'm going to see when I look out my window. There's the bustling city, the beautiful green hills, the dry towns. It reminds me of so many places as once, yet it's unlike anywhere else I've ever been.
It took forever to get to the train this morning. We took the A to Termani, accidentaly took the B one stop, had to go back to Termani, and wasndered around the station attempting to ask in Italian where to go. We finally found the train and go on the 12:09 towards Pisa.
It has been a 2-day process trying to get to the beach. We tried to go yesterday, but we were so tired from dancing the night before that we slept right through until the late afternoon. So instead of laying out on a beautiful beach I made Fettucini Alfredi which I found out is only netive to one restaurant in Rome, D'Alfredo (Thanks Dan!). All in all it was a good day regardless.
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It's September and I am lying out on a beach in Rome. Sant'Marianella to be exact. With eyes closed I can hear the soft lapping of the waves on the hot sand and the murmuring chorus of a dozen Italian voices. They don't scream or shout; they express themselves vividly with their hands. Their voices are soothing like the sound of the sea. You can taste the salt, rich in the air. It burns my lips. It's wonderful.
To my left there is an Italian couple playing paddle ball. They are pretty good. There is no diving into the sand to save the play; only the gracful twisting of their bodies under the glaring sun.
This beach has a different feel from the islands [Read: U.S. Virgin Islands]. Where the islands have color blooming everywhere, the Italian beach has a singular tone like looking through a tinted lense. It reminds me of sepia or old photographs of the beach. There is no pressure to do anything, anything at all. I'll probably end up burning, but that doesn't matter as much as the warm sun on my skin. There's a letter I want to write while I'm still awake.
One more thing: although I usually don't like guys in speedo-type bathing suits, I'm not adverse to them here...
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I'm red. Not bright lobster red, but still red enough that it's probably going to hurt tomorrow. It was worth it...
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