The day was hot, but a nice breeze made it bearable. It was noon and the sun was high above us, and not a single cloud could be seen. We were finally reaching our destination – Kavala, Greece.
We were driving up the hill. A few more curves and we would see the town beneath us. Small waves greeted us and the sunbeams illuminated on them in a magnificent way. The town itself was really interesting. Big and small houses were “racing” each other to the top of the hill and an old fortress was standing stately there like a guard.
Small streets and palm trees showed our way to the beach. For the first time in my life I saw an orange tree. It was not as tall as the others next to it, but its greenness contrasted beautifully with the orange fruits hidden in it.
White yachts calmly trembled from the waves and the breeze. The seaside street was long and had many exits to the beach. There were a lot of parking spots. A few steps of the parking was the beach itself. The fine, yellow sand was hot and we had to run to the nearest umbrella, because our feet could not withstand the temperature. The umbrellas were solid. They were not made from textile like the ones back home.
I couldn’t wait more. I don’t know why, but I feel strangely connected to the water-pools, lakes, rivers, seas… I feel enchanted. I stepped on the wet sand and a small wave softly touched my fingertips. It felt like silk between my feet. The water was cool but not freezing. I went deeper in the sea. The bottom was rocky at first. Small stones and seashells tried to hurt me, so I decided it was time for swimming. Now I could feel the salty water with every inch of my body. Oh, that is what I call relaxation.