I say to those living in the interior of the peninsula have not yet properly secured the concept but to approach it in an intuitive way: the beach is the site with sand coming out in the documentary and the most successful series of television and that is by the sea, which is that other place you according to the poets and experts in physical geography will stop the rivers. For some reason incomprehensible to me so far, the beach has become a major tourist center and a magnet for domestic and foreign visitors of all ages and conditions, which let the days lying naked under a sun that someone more affection to the topics and phrases would not hesitate to define as burning and instead classify an astronomer as
star.
do not know what you are looking for these people in our beautiful coast, but for the sunbeds and beach bars have nothing to envy in terms of dryness and lack of services to the most unpopular African deserts. Any of the things you can do one on the beach also can make them much more comfortable in his holy house, in a relatively inexpensive modern solarium or in a practical and discreet peep show of the coin-operated. Whatever it is it that tourists have been lost here, it seems evident that it found in its first outing, and stubbornly returning summer after summer of laughter and races populating the halls of hotels of our coastline and brazen in clubs attached to them and may even buy houses in any particular coastal location is a price affordable for them but for us and become abusive in themselves and in shorts and sandals with white socks years rigorous golden retirement, I fear it will inevitably be the last and most painful of his long life and certainly soda. I believe that God created the beach for foreigners and that all the English should behave as well as wet and sandy enclave did not exist for not alienate him and keep patriotic identity that distinguishes us from other people: if not, we risk end up being tourists in the country of our birth and suffer the scams of unscrupulous taxi drivers, bad manners of the waiters no knowledge of English and French and the cruel taunts of kids.
(I acknowledge that I am but nothing objective in my reviews on this topic. I keep a traumatic memory of the beach that prevents me to approach within a hundred yards of it and hence I am incapable of sunbathing and salt water . When I was younger and I still drugged with LSD, and after a hectic and crazy psychedelic night of revelry in which the limits of reality were rather compromised, I decided to go for a walk up to her to enjoy the surroundings, stunned, immensity of the sea, ocean and commune with nature. I walked barefoot along the shore, feeling the wet sand massage on the feet, swam naked in all styles that I know between the loving waves almost faint and only after it and play with great effort left dry land iodine water drops that beaded my youth and emaciated body lying on the warm sand dunes paunch. It was midnight on a summer Sunday, when the sun miraculously brought me back I realized I was surrounded by a vast legion of stunned families and that the open mouths of children and adults would not shut up I get dressed and I was there, never to return never.)
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