Short Stories written by: Luciano
Summer. What a happy and hot time! Feeling the beach sand on your feet, hearing the waves splashing on the seashore, swimming and feeling the sun on your skin. Relaxing in the sea, listening to the birds, and the seagulls flying through the skies. There are many things to enjoy on the beach. Oops! I almost forgot! the ice cream seller with chocolate ice-creams, fresh water and fruit.
My brother Ignatius and I, Mathias, packed our baggage with all our clothes, sun cream, towels and…our swimsuits! My father put all the suitcases, bags, and everything inside the car. We were going to the sea; to the beach for one week. My mum prepared our breakfast, she had bought delicious croissants and quince jelly at the bakery, which were finger licking good. We drank coffee with milk and ate some chocolate biscuits. Those delicacies calmed our hunger and thirst and filled our bellies completely.
After that amazing breakfast we continued packing and then began our trip to the beach.
On the way, we drove through a beautiful landscape with high mountains on the horizon, under a radiant sun, and beside the green colour of the fields.
We arrived after a long and exhausting journey. My father looked for a bungalow where we might sleep as never before, after having driven during hours with my brother beside him asking: “Are we there yet?” every three seconds.
Well, we left our baggage at a bungalow. My brother and I went to try the beds. We jumped on them and began a pillow fight, but my mum stopped us.
While my dad took a nap in his room, my mum said we could walk to the beach and go into the water to refresh ourselves, because it was a really hot day.
We put on our swimsuits excitedly, and took sun cream and towels.
We walked along a dirt road. There were horses trotting in a waste ground beside us.
When we reached the beach, everything was as I had imagined, with a huge and endless sea. There were umbrellas everywhere, ice-cream sellers, fritters and delicious cakes. The thin sand massaged my feet and there were crustaceans, crabs, and other molluscs. It was my favourite place in where I felt in harmony.
My mum had brought “maté”, a thermos flask, a ball and some chairs.
We went into the cold water and played volleyball. Meanwhile, our mother sunbathed, reading a magazine.
We had a great time but were freezing when we came out of the water, because there was cold wind and a cool air temperature. We drank “maté” with her, sitting on the beach seats, and devoured sweet fritters.
Dad woke up and came to see us. We made all kind of sand castles with him, in different shapes and sizes and played in the sand, looked for crabs under the rocks, a little of everything.
When night fell, we went back to the bungalow with my dad, collected firewood and made a bonfire while my mum washed the vegetables for the salad. We ate a delightful roast (It seems that we had never lost our appetites!)
That is how we spent those enjoyable days, living a huge and real adventure.
On the last day, we had escalopes with chips for dinner which filled our stomachs. And then we went to bed. it was the last time that I was going to see the beach and the sea that year, so I went out to see the sea and the fine sand that I loved. I sat on the sand and tears fell wetting the sand.
– “I don’t want to leave this place” I said, and I stayed there the whole night without sleeping, hugging the sand, beside my castle.
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