Summer

Sun, swimming pool, unique, marvellous moments, excellent weather, relaxing moments… I could be like that all day. 

The word itself sounds so so well, just hearing it and a smile appears immediately in your face, a strange feeling runs over your body and you just want to be on the village, the beach, the parties… 

Just one month and some days and we will be free, we will go to the beach; waking up at the hotel, having huge breakfasts, eating a lot, going to the sea to taking a bath, looking like a crab because of the sunburns, having a walk along the promenade; when we are on the beach our only worry is getting in time to the hotel to have lunch or dinner, nothing else matters because on the beach worries, disappear. 

Then, going to your village… I don´t know what villages have that they make us feel like another person. we are all the year waiting for summer to see our friends, to stay until three in the morning playing cards in the main square on a normal day, to go to the swimming pool, to take the bike to go to the nearest village, to wake up at twelve o´clock in the morning, to eat sweets, to wait for the local festival, to try to convince your parents to take you by car to the celebrations of other villages, to sleep the whole next day, to speak about teachers (not always well), the music, singing, dancing, laughing, crying, talking, shouting…

Then you notice that the summer is ending, parties are finishing, tourists start to go back to their city, people who live far away leave. The worst moment arrives, the day we when have to go. I can say it is the saddest day of the year. 

People who do not have a village do not know this sensation, these feelings. I mean, it is impossible to explain all the things, all those moments, the feelings, it is impossible.