We timed it – 4 minutes by car from the beach to our house. I guess it will take 15 minutes to walk down the hill by foot (I will get a chance to check that on my morning walks).
It was high noon. We were sitting by the water in blue comfy chairs, holding frozen plastic cups filled with ice cold draft beer (for the low price of 2.5€), and my mind started drifting slowly away with thoughts.
In front of us, two old ladies were sitting on the bed of flat rocks in the shallow waters, their feet extending forward into the water . They didn’t seem bothered by their cellulite or varicose veins , they were just having a great time letting the sun dazzle them, listening to the water dance, conversing, and releasing a liberal laugh here and there. They looked so happy and peaceful, just how someone who has reached old age in good health should look like: calm, slow, easy, and in no hurry to be anywhere.
I think I want to grow old in this place. I want to spend my last years looking at the sea, thinking philosophical thoughts, smiling at people I don’t know, and not caring about what anyone might think of me – knowing I’ve seen it all, knowing good life is happening all the time, right under our noses, in such small gestures, we are too busy to notice.