Do not worry, we are not running out, is our own reserves of gas for cooking is over, so soon we will have to leave the beautiful anchorage of Coco West, where we are now stop for a week, and to proceed to Narganà to fill the now empty bottle.
We do not have any desire, the girls have now taken possession of the territory, and to our satisfaction (can you say that Alex had planned from the beginning) have gradually abandoned and forgotten all their bulky and noisy plastic beach toys, and play with whatever they find: shells, sticks, palm leaves, pieces of coral, anything goes. The only disadvantage is that you then pretend to take on board all their treasures, and since there is a limit to the amount of conchigliame variety that can be crammed into the boat, sometimes they are pain when it's time to reassemble the boat. Chiara actually is generally not very loyal to his property, and most of the time at sea cheerfully agrees to throw his things, and if it happens also that of Anna, and then ensure that the shooting tragedy: Anna remembers Carthusian of his possessions and is capable despair for a piece of shell treacherously thrown overboard by the sister and lost forever.
Yesterday Alex and I have dared to assemble on the beach for the first time this year, hammocks, and was a successful experiment. Lying in the hammock, rocked me gently with his foot, and watched my children run back and forth, playing together, seek, find, build in total autonomy and industry that last year would have been science fiction, and seeing them free and happy made me feel at peace with myself and the world.
By noon the girls gave unequivocal signs of hunger and fatigue, and began to throw sand in each other eyes, to go and fight the same white shells, surrounded by dozens of shells exactly like that, and then Alex and I looked at, and without a word we have folded our hammocks. Time out
finished, the game begins again.
E 'was short but it was nice, and who has satisfied!
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