Can I just say... that it has been a LONG time since I had sand wedged in places where sand should NEVER be on an adult female.
There were actually decent WAVES on "Melon Beach" today. Which normally never happens, because the Mediterranean isn't the Atlantic, but we had bad weather yesterday and today there was a lot of leftover wind whipping up some surf.
And some of that surf actually knocked me on my can-can! I think I was maybe 16 the last time that happened, back home in NJ, down the Shore where there are some serious waves happening.
Too bad the Garçon missed my graceful wipe-out (he was too busy wave-jumping and diving himself) but Georges and I had a good laugh.
Took me forever to get all that sand off me in the shower tonight. I felt like a damn contortionist.
Tomorrow we're going to a beach with no waves and where the water is so salty that you can float VERTICALLY without moving a muscle.
Yes, I am officially old enough to NOT want to spend 30 minutes digging sand out of my nether regions.
