Dhe first morning. My wife, in a turquoise dress, steps out of the zipper of our tent hut. “I’m going to the sea,” she says. Not more. What for? We both know what that means.
Forget the endless traffic jam behind Florence, forget the hooting of the bingo party that echoed across the campsite until midnight. Also forget the disappointment that our cabin is closer to the reception than the beach and the noise at night was not from the sea but from the street. Last year we were very close, also in Tuscany, glamping inland. It was nice there – until the day we took a trip to the sea. It had rained and stormed, driftwood piled up on the sand, waves pounded the beach. We jumped into the surf and barely got out until evening. On the way back we asked ourselves: How could we have had the idea of not spending our vacation by the sea? And how do we survive the rest of the year not living by the sea?
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