My August Days, My Favorite Days

"To be human is to be dense, mysterious, and inexplicable." Anonymous

There is something wonderful and exciting about thunderstorms in August. The heat subdues, the humidity lets go for a moment and you fall asleep with the mystery of those summer storms that take me back to when I was a child and I knew that cloudy skies meant the closing of a beach filled agenda.

There is something mysterious about flowers growing in between rocks, no water, no tending to, no nothing, and yet something sprouts from between two rocks, two lifeless pieces of stone that make room for life. These next few photos represent the last few days I have spent doing mostly nothing, other than eating, sunning, sleeping, getting massages and spending the time of my life enjoying my vacation. In just a few days, I will pack my bags and go to Reus to begin my novel...finally. I am so thrilled and even though I'm not going far, the simple idea of having to write again is a trip in itself.

Sea clippings on the Brave Coast (Costa Brava) where time is infinite, where you spend your days on the beach, the taste of sea in your mouth. Ancient fishing villages where Catalan is essential tinged with the hope of French, where the shell fish you order in the restaurant are filled with sand and sun and your best friend whispers, "don't worry, that means it's fresh". Where I am a child again, jumping on rocks, tumbling with the waves, with a fiercelessness I never imagined I'd have again. where it rains, but still you find enough sun to go to the beach. Where the paint is chipping. Where I am human.

Where the waiter reads your mind and treats you to a choclate mousse torte because you aren't brave enough to order one...or maybe child enough, while the French speaking child next to you becomes your buddy and hands you fresh rocks from the sea as offerings in exchange for the last morsels of choclate torte and you laugh together and dance...where the forest green mixes with the blue blue of dreams.

And my worries are swiped off my choclate summer brown skin and for an instant I am in heaven without a choice. Oh mysterious and grand life, utterly inexplicable and that is to be human...