This morning it poured. I was sitting outside my room with my coffee and a book (Yes, a real book. My brother gave it to me so I put the kindle aside for a day and went old school.) and I barely had time to pick my stuff up before it bucketed down. There was thunder and lightning. I’ve spent about half the summers of my life on Paros and had never seen rain like this. If at all… Tasmania eat your heart out.
My cousin picked me up to go swimming and we got lucky. We went to a beach on the other side of Paros and were able to have a decent swim. It may have been overcast but the rain stayed away. Till we left. It rained so heavy you could barely see to drive. Then we got back to this side and I had another swim cause the storm had moved on.
I’m turning into my mother – slowly but surely. I used to be able to go the beach at 9 or 10am and stay till 6pm or sometimes later. Now I get worn out. The other day I was at the beach from 10.30 am till 5.30pm and I’m sure I got sunstroke. And before you ask, I sat under an umbrella the whole time. But I did swim… and when I say swim, every time I get in the water I spend at least half an hour in there. I won’t get out till my fingers go all wrinkley and turn blue.
Mom never sits on the beach. She’ll go down, get straight into the water, swim till she’s a spec on the horizon (no sharks here) and stays out there for about an hour, gets out of the water, changes into dry clothes* and goes home.
After spending a whole day at the beach, visiting a cousin and going out for dinner, not getting home till 12.30am, I was so knocked out the next day I decided to stick close to home. I walked to the beach just down below us and swam for an hour before getting out and heading home for a nap.
In the afternoon I repeated the excerise. Cause what’s the point of a greek island if you can’t swim? In fact I’ve been having nightmares lately that I’m on Paros and can’t get into the water! Horrible.
To make matters worse (on the ‘just like my mother’ thing) I do two types of swimming. One where I wear goggles and swim like a normal person – involves putting my head under water. The other where I wear my sunglasses and a hat and swim like a little old lady. Why? Cause till now every summer I’ve come to Paros for a holiday I get an eye infection. Apparently the sun reflecting off the water can sunburn your eyeballs. Go figure.
At least I’m looking after my skin and won’t get sunburn… That’s what I tell myself.
*On the changing after swimming. A lot of greek women/girls have learned the art of dressing and undressing with a towel wrapped around them. I’m at a disadvantage there. Not only am I not used to it, I’m wearing a tankini which has to up over my shoulders to put on or off. No handy clasps at the back. Try changing those with salty wet skin. I was hopping around trying to change this morning and dropped my towel to remove my bottom and mooned the entire beachfront.
At least they don’t know me…
Why you might ask again? Can’t you just dry off in the sun? Well for one, I don’t like being in the sun for too long. And those tankinis are thick – double panels in front and padded bras. And why am I wearing a tankini? Cause I’m too embarassed to wear a bikini now I’m older and fatter. Though to be honest I’m so over the cold/wet thing I’m seriously tempted to buy a bikini top and not worry about scarring the retinas of anyone who sees me.
The benefit of being older. You just don’t give a damn.
Don’t they say middle aged women are invisible? Well I may as well wear a bikini.
Now… where to get one…