What really makes me feel well about being here …
Every morning, I take a lonely one-hour swim through the beautiful bay right in front of our campground. I swim in a line parallel to the beach, towards a still invisible buoy.
The horizon looms large, slowly my destination, the buoy, comes within sight. I swim around it and then start on my way back. All leisure and without any kind of hectic. There is neither beach police nor pool attendant. What a free life.
I am all by myself in the water. On my way, I always meet one or two other early swimmers in the water. They are the same every morning, so we wish each other a friendly good morning.
On the beach, I also regularly see two elderly and rather stout ladies walking with their sticks. Once in a while, a lone jogger takes me over.
I already look forward to seeing three Greek gentlemen. Each morning, they stand in the water up to their stomachs and have a noisy discussion. I can hear them from far away. They gesticulate vehemently. Although I do not understand their Greek, I feel sure they can only be talking politics or soccer.
Slowly, I swim past them – and slowly their voices sound softer. Once again, I am back to the quiet bay.
On my way back, I meet them again. And they are still standing in the water having their noisy discussion.
RMD
(Translated by EG)
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