Miles of tracks morphed into seaside as we approached Santa Marinella beach; towels, sunscreen, and the anticipation of relaxation packed in our bags. After a week of classes that proved to be just as much work as those at hour home institutions, we were all ready for some one-on-one time with the sun. Palm trees swayed as the water of Mare Tyrhenno lapped gently onto the powdery black and tan carpet that embraced our bodies as we collapsed onto our towels.
Just forty minutes outside the city, Santa Marinella was paradise. The water was an aquatic autumn, warm enough to lure you beyond your tiptoes (which you could still see far beyond shore, just like Long Island Sound, right?), but with a chill that sent you back to your towel to dry, warm up, and repeat. It's funny how assigned readings on Crassus and Pompey seem a little less boring when your body is being pumped with vitamin D.
Two playlists, five chapters, three swims, and four tanning flips later we returned home to book tickets to Ischia for the more of the same, Naples style. More to follow our upcoming weekend of hot springs, castles, and volcanism.
2 comments:
Great entry Sarah, really. The writing is brilliant. However, I suggest maybe you edit and open with the lovely photograph of a girl with the wind in her hair, a coke in her hand, and her best gal at her side. Just a thought
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