The sun is of the kissing not the burning kind over here and the waves are like a persistent boy who keeps coming back to the girl he loves, no matter how many times he’s sent away. The laundry dries fast and the darkness is gentle and sprinkled with stars and dense of good conversation, wine and tasty food. The others find little outings or projects to do during part of the day, but I’m just here, in my simple palace and world of peace. Reading books and drinking mate, enjoying the shock from when the water embrace me and the mid day heat that makes it possible to stay in longer, fleeting on the waves. Then back again to the deckchair and my novel. My skin is salty and has lost its winter paleness, my thoughts are no longer attached to their normal frame of constraints but cruise just above the water surface knowing the unlimitedness of the sky just above.