SUMMER
LOVE
Little PhotoStory by M. Gabardini
KALEIDOS
48
Right after the arrival to the hotel she took of the shoes and jeans, put on a light blue dress and went for a walk on the beach. She could hear the sea from the hotel street, and then she just followed the sound.
The sky and the sea linked in one big blue canvas. Only few ships were showing where the sea ends and starts the sky. It was an early afternoon and the beach was full of umbrellas
that were giving shadow to tan bodies. She realized that her skin was whiter than the sand.
“I will surely get burnt after two hours of sunbathing”. She took her sandals and wet her feet in the Ligurian Sea. The water was nicely refreshing and she finally felt good. After few minutes of walking she noticed a small cafe’ on the top of the beach. Now her stomach reminded her that it was almost 3pm and she still didn’t have lunch. The cafe’ looked cosy and clean, a perfect place for a late lunch. She sat at the table that had just freed; the empty cups and dishes were still there, so she decided to wait for a waiter to clean it up.
All other tables was exposed on the sun or occupied so she had to sit there and wait patiently. No… patience wasn’t one of her features.
All her friends kept telling her that the best place for holiday is Italy. Great food and wine, sun everyday and so many romantic Italian men.
It would be her first lonely trip. Her best friend Anna got married last autumn and now she spends every single moment with her lovely hubby. They even invited her to join them for a boat trip around Canary Islands but the idea of being a single among three happy couples didn’t sound to her very attractive.
She has never been in Italy before. To be honest she has never travelled a lot. As a typical Irish girl she just visited the Great Britain. Oh and Holland! She went there with two other friends for a weekend after the graduation.
“What the hell, it’s not the end of the world. I am big enough to go alone and have fun!”
–She thought. After one week she had a plane ticket to Genoa, a room booked in a small village at the seaside and six sunscreens to protect her pale Irish skin.
Italy welcomed her with a high sun and air that seemed coming from the hairdryer. Thank God she didn’t take with her those two wool pullovers her mom prepared “in case of chilly nights”. No chance for a chilly night in Italy in summertime.