It's on my list of things to do. But it wasn't quite the right time... I would like to tuck myself in between the sheets of sand and sky and last night was almost the perfect opportunity. The full moon shone on the Mediterranean and there was just a light breeze. It could not have been drawn more beautifully.
After a fun day of skipping class, going to the beach and playing frisbee my friends Emma, Kip, Sarah and Tony and I found ourselves chasing a bus that we would never catch. Luckily for Tony and Sarah, they were able to bike back to Montpellier (about 15 km). We were stuck with a choice: a 50 euro taxi ride or a night on the sand. So we thought 'what the hay', let's make an adventure of it. By this time we had walked about 8 km back and forth, and were hungry and tired. We tried to find food only to stumble on an expensive paella restaurant. Then we were struck with luck. It just so happened that Kip knew a girl, Lizzie, who lived in the beach village we were wandering. After a few phone calls, she was leading us back to her host mom's house.
Not only did this family open our their house to us silly stupid stranded Americans, but we got a delicious dinner, a warm bed and one of the nicest showers I've had in 6 weeks. A true beam of light; and although at first we were pretty excited about sleeping on the beach, it worked out much better this way. One less case of pneumonia, dengue fever and sandy bottoms.
When that special time for beach sleeping comes we will be prepared with blankets, snacks and a guitar.
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