On Sunday we ventured out to the beach across the street from our house. It was cool (for Salvador) and cloudy. We didn't bother with sunscreen or bathing suits or towels. Just went for a walk in the shallows to find shells.
I made my way carefully over the algae-slick rocks with Ju on my back, thinking how when we first arrived here almost a year ago, I sat under the yellow umbrellas on this beach, drinking coconuts, nursing a newborn, the glare off the sand almost blinding.
This time the overcast sky made everything seemed softer, more subdued.
When we got home, E. spent an hour washing his shells and laying them out to dry, planning to make a mosaic with them when we get back to the States.
3 comments:
E looks like a child from another century with that haircut and the little pot he's carrying. An illustration from a childrens book about the seashore.
Anonymous is E's grandmother.
Yes. Except for the Harley Davidson t-shirt.
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