This weekend we had completely free. Both days I had a cappuccino and both days we ended up at the beach... an awesome weekend!
Saturday we started souvenir shopping in Cagliari. I was able to justify this spree with the belief that shopping is a part of Italian culture. I don't want to ruin the surprises but so far I think everyone will be happy and Audriana and I will definitely be safe with our combined artillery. As a whole, it was just so fun to walk around the city and see places I've never seen before. I have found my best experiences have been from observing and Saturday was a great morning for it.
Now back to the beach. The water is still warm and beautiful. I love soaking for hours, washing away the rush of home life from my skin. I feel like I've been able to let go of the chaos I am used to in Boston for a more relaxed beach girl. As an experienced beacher, this is a huge proclamation. A part of me feels guilty for not using this weekend to sightsee or do touristy things, but at the same time this entire European experience is a chance for me to be myself without reservations. Even though our few weeks here have been short, I feel like I am growing into a calmer, slightly tan, and satisfied person.
The beach we go to is called the Poetto. The sand is very white, though apparently it used to be even whiter. When our professor was in high school there was a major beach nourishment project that brought in tons of sand to maintain its size and stability. She has told us that the sand that was added to the beach was of a gray color complete changing the look of the beach. It still seems soft and beautiful to us, but I think she has a small grudge. I tried to find some pictures but I just have to steal some from Audriana (http://italianaudriana.blogspot.it/).
Italian Audriana and me at the Poetto |
Half of my shell collection |
After the beach today we spent almost 2 hours waiting for a bus home. There were 5 pairs of buses that passed us and every time we would say: "no matter what we're getting on this one." I didn't get sunburnt until that wait for the bus. At that point we decided to walk home. Another hour and a half later, after over an 8 kilometer (about 5 miles) walk, we sat down at the cafe for dinner. It was the best dinner yet because it was the most deserved. Finally, for the title of this blog we overcame adversity and I think there was a sign out there that we should have stayed at the Poetto forever. On that note, I deserve gelato and am headed off to treat myself... Happy Sunday :)
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