Letters to a Muse: L´Escala
5/25/06 4:30 pm
In the small seaside town of L´Escala. Huge boulders of hardened clay dominate the coastline interspersed occasionally with sandy beaches. Although topless sunbathing is (obviously) allowed here I opted instead to walk out onto the morass of boulders that just into the sea. The sandals I´m wearing make me feel insecure in the spots worn smooth by the thousands of people that have walked here before me. The rocks rise about 20 to 30 feet above the water and it´s obvious that when the tide is in the water runs in along their bottoms slowly wearing away at their bases until they appear as though they are huge chunks perched atop stalks. The sun on my back is the perfect temperature of warm and makes me feel sleepy but the breeze coming off the sea to my front has enough bite to keep me awake. I wonder if water shoots up through the rocks during storms.
This is like a dream. It is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been.
In the small seaside town of L´Escala. Huge boulders of hardened clay dominate the coastline interspersed occasionally with sandy beaches. Although topless sunbathing is (obviously) allowed here I opted instead to walk out onto the morass of boulders that just into the sea. The sandals I´m wearing make me feel insecure in the spots worn smooth by the thousands of people that have walked here before me. The rocks rise about 20 to 30 feet above the water and it´s obvious that when the tide is in the water runs in along their bottoms slowly wearing away at their bases until they appear as though they are huge chunks perched atop stalks. The sun on my back is the perfect temperature of warm and makes me feel sleepy but the breeze coming off the sea to my front has enough bite to keep me awake. I wonder if water shoots up through the rocks during storms.
This is like a dream. It is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been.
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