FIB: La Spiaggia
I like living by water. When I don’t live by water—the bulk of my life—I like the idea of living by water. I like fresh water and I like salty water. The fresh water I know best is PJ Hoffmaster of Lake Michigan; it was to this beach my family and I went, lugging cooler and sand-toys and ourselves for swimming or for camping. It is a beautiful lake and when as a child or as an adult looking out and over the blueness, I am or was apt to believe that the lake was a sea without salt, unending, entering into the oceans that are rising; for there is something about limitless water and how it lends so seamlessly to the idea that it’s volume will persist on, forever.
Yesterday and last week we went to Santa Severa, a beach somewhat near to Bracciano. I like beaches in Italy despite the inanity of paying for private beach beds and beach umbrellas. I like sea beaches in Italy more than the Lake beach in Bracciano. Here on the Lake the Italians seem to have a problem with trash and not being able to put it into the bin. Swimming within the inverted volcanic basin with all sides visible, not closing in on one, but when compared to the sea… And anyway, Simon’s mom says the Lake is cursed with death, she says it’s a bad lake, she won’t swim in it anymore.
The Sea. Nothing can compare to the salty taste of sea water and sea sand and sea waves and sea tides. When I go to the sea I want forever to be near the sea, breathe the sea, taste the sea, sea sea sea.
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