Today, Anat joined Reuven and me at chemotherapy, which ended quite early in the morning. We had considered going for lunch, but with the view that we eat to much to begin with, decided to depart from this routine activity.
Instead, we took a drive up to Delray Beach. Past the fantabulous houses on the A1A: people who live in real mansions, with their own stretch of beach and marvellously imaginative gardens that cost the equivalent of most countrys' GPA (or is it GAP?) to maintain. The gods of parking were out in force in our favour and we found a parking spot in prime location. Right next to the path to the beach and opposite the coffee shops on the other side of the road.
The day was magnificent. Golden sunshine, the water clear and fresh, with all the shades of blue and turquoise towards the horizon. While my two landlubber companions stood in their shoes near water's edge, I immediately offed my sandals, rolled up my trousers and went in up to my knees. Absolute bliss.
Fresh and perfect. The view of the sea in it's shades and tones with lightest waves. Every now and then the smell of suntan oil - something very particular and delightful, wafting over. The sounds of people having fun. For me, paradise on earth is a great beach.
Behind us, the sand was crowded with people of all ages and nationalities. It's always a mystery to us that so many people are not working. It's always a promise we make to ourselves to go back to the beach and enjoy the same, more often. Somehow, we never do, and the years roll past.
I'm not supposed to be in the sun at all, but I had a great big hat from Anat and we indulged in a little walk along the waters' edge. Followed by a drink in the coffee shop opposite, by when, I was quite exhausted and ready to go home and have a nap.
I will add the 'photos when I persuade Reuven to put them on my computer.
You are the only person I have ever met (or not met as the case may be) who can make a day of chemo sound like a pleasant family outing! Well done!
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