- 28 Jul 2005
- 5,238
- 172
A soft warm breeze whipping up waves of beautiful white and blue returns the smile of pleasure that I give them. I run across clean, sparkling sand, absorbed with the comfort as it gently gives beneath my feet... Oh how I love the beach !!
THEN...I awake to the alarm clock. It's Obon season in Japan, so you know you're gonna have to get up much earlier than usual, and it's a pain in the brain to do so. The kids are up already, trying to bug me to hurry up with my morning 'get going' drug--caffine. Pack the car, make sure everything's right, then hit the road for that long drive to the Japan Sea--or East Sea, for some.
I love going to the ocean. I love jumping to the rhythym of the waves as they come bulldozing in. Hey, it's summer ! Everyone should hit the beach in the summer--such great memories await you there, so many even greater memories from your childhood days remain there.
At the beach houses in Japan you can enjoy some, well, 'home cooked' food at not too high a price--I mean 500 yen for ramen--that's not too bad. (what you get is one small slice of meat, some chopped green onions, some ramen, and a lot of soup; that's at least tastier than, though as salty as, the seawater)
The sun becomes unbearable--quite unlike the dream. The heat of the sand will have you either standing in the water or squatting under the beach parasol--inevibably exposing some spot of yet un-sunscreened skin without your being aware of it. You have to keep you eyes open for broken glass, beer cans, all the little sticks left over from the bottle rockets--and of course as you swim, the plastic, the netting pieces, drift wood and such.
There's the stress on the heart when a kid's head can no longer be seen on the not too far away horizon--only to pop back up after a 'longer-than-the-breath-can-be-held' moment. ( I forgot about the snorkle, and couldn't see it.)
The typical complaints--'I don't wanna put on any cream--I play soccer! ending in Ouch...I can't sleep...whine, whine, whine... The I'm thirstys, hungrys, need to go to the bathrooms that never come in unison. And of course the sand all over the place.
Some 12 hours later, I get home. . . all hurting around the neck, arms, legs and waist. Don't worry !! I put lots of cream on my head FIRST !!! I'm a hot body tonight ! I'm exhausted ! I hate the days at the beach, you know...but I just love them too, too much to give them up !! DON'T YOU !! Tell us about your day at the beach !! (AND be sure to go...it's summer--in much of the northern hemisphere and tropical zone, at least.)
THEN...I awake to the alarm clock. It's Obon season in Japan, so you know you're gonna have to get up much earlier than usual, and it's a pain in the brain to do so. The kids are up already, trying to bug me to hurry up with my morning 'get going' drug--caffine. Pack the car, make sure everything's right, then hit the road for that long drive to the Japan Sea--or East Sea, for some.
I love going to the ocean. I love jumping to the rhythym of the waves as they come bulldozing in. Hey, it's summer ! Everyone should hit the beach in the summer--such great memories await you there, so many even greater memories from your childhood days remain there.
At the beach houses in Japan you can enjoy some, well, 'home cooked' food at not too high a price--I mean 500 yen for ramen--that's not too bad. (what you get is one small slice of meat, some chopped green onions, some ramen, and a lot of soup; that's at least tastier than, though as salty as, the seawater)
The sun becomes unbearable--quite unlike the dream. The heat of the sand will have you either standing in the water or squatting under the beach parasol--inevibably exposing some spot of yet un-sunscreened skin without your being aware of it. You have to keep you eyes open for broken glass, beer cans, all the little sticks left over from the bottle rockets--and of course as you swim, the plastic, the netting pieces, drift wood and such.
There's the stress on the heart when a kid's head can no longer be seen on the not too far away horizon--only to pop back up after a 'longer-than-the-breath-can-be-held' moment. ( I forgot about the snorkle, and couldn't see it.)
The typical complaints--'I don't wanna put on any cream--I play soccer! ending in Ouch...I can't sleep...whine, whine, whine... The I'm thirstys, hungrys, need to go to the bathrooms that never come in unison. And of course the sand all over the place.
Some 12 hours later, I get home. . . all hurting around the neck, arms, legs and waist. Don't worry !! I put lots of cream on my head FIRST !!! I'm a hot body tonight ! I'm exhausted ! I hate the days at the beach, you know...but I just love them too, too much to give them up !! DON'T YOU !! Tell us about your day at the beach !! (AND be sure to go...it's summer--in much of the northern hemisphere and tropical zone, at least.)