Oh, the shameful things I would do to be back on this beach at this exact moment of last year. Here’s a small excerpt from my travel journal, dated 24 July 2013:
I have been here somewhere between 2 and 3 hours. The morning clouds have cleared and now the sun sits directly overhead meaning many more hours of daylight. I am laying parallel to the water, as is everyone else, so as to follow the odd direction of the Basque Country’s sun. By the end of the day, our sunburnt backs will turn against the water’s edge, which is strange as I’m used to a Western sunset over the horizon back home. I am surrounded by a great mix of people. There is an Italian family with curly-haired children, several attractive couples and a group of older women resembling crocodile leather (how many glorious days like this they must have lived!). Never has a moment been so perfect. On that note, it’s time for me to hop, skip and jump over the hundreds of bronzed bodies between myself and the cool ocean.