Replay and rewind

And then the summer comes. And you go on holidays on the same beach like before. There is a strong smell of memories as soon as you view the same colourful scenery that you ‘ve loved a thousand times before. The crystal clear of blue sea, the orange-purple of the sunset, the million different colours and shapes of pebbles remind you of those times you felt it was paradise. Some familiar faces around.  Feels like it is the same characters but different script of the play. New episodes are being written. Same beach bar, same beach-volley tournament going on. I watch a game or two and it feels like a replay of old times, like a deja-vu. This year I am spending quality girlie time with my best friend. We ‘re eating ice-cream while watching a 2x2 beach-volley match of  “The terrorists” against “Coca-cola” and the chocolate is dripping all over my hands and knees while staring at the referee. He’s a nice piece of evolutionary proof. Fit and strong with a clear advantage of survival and reproduction. The known recipe of supertanned muscular lean body, attractive sunglasses and dark careless hair, the body language of an alpha male straight out of the Armani underwear adverts. We laugh and speculate if the girl sitting across the court, who gave him a towel to dry his sweat earlier, is his girlfriend or his sister.  This summer is going to be different and unlike any other…