Going to the beach with Adam is not really different than when I go alone. We take turns watching the stuff, while the other takes a dip in the sea. We fall asleep on the beach, and wake each other up to turn over. We both decide Jimmy Buffet has it right, living on a beach. I talk about my desire to live in Florida, own a yellow and green beach house, complete with hammock, and some how the discussion leads to our disdain for the snow in winter. Ah....the beach.
Pretty 95-100% confident I have ADHD I ask to take the walk to the pier. Reluctantly, he agrees. We walk along the seashore, (which is literally the sea, even though we say this for the ocean shores in the US.) We pass the place we should have been, the free beach, with satisfaction that we did not go there. Too many people, and who really checks to see if you paid, anyway.
The view from the pier is one I believe Monet would attempt to capture.
After the 'long' hike to the pier we decide to go back home, do some grocery shopping, and get ready for our trip to Siena tomorrow (which includes making my amazing eggplant parmesan for lunch/dinner.) I am slightly disappointed, I fell asleep instead of reading my Italian book Il Visconte Dimezzato by Italo Calvino.
My disappointment in myself subsides rather quickly when Adam enthusiastically declares he most eat at a certain restaurant. Adam's Kebab. Great not only because Adam loves Kebabs, but also because Adam is Adam. It was his Kebab.
While becoming an Italian, it's rather important to become what they are. To love what they love. In my experience thus far, it is the sea.
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