Since it’s so easy to talk about things that you love, I’m going to do just that. I really can’t wait to go to the seaside this year – to experience the crisp water on my hot skin, to take walks along the shore in the relaxing breeze, to eat simple dishes, to smell the tall pine trees making shade, to dive, and dive, and dive. Seeing the fish, and the rocks, and the seaweed, even the urchins, fills me with careless children’s joy. It makes me want to be able to stay there, under the surface, under the sun that pours its rays into the depths forever. I enjoy staying in hotels too. I really do. No matter how luxurious they may or may not be. In hotels, I feel like, for once, everything is going the way it should be. It’s never boring, and I guess that the staff always being there gives me the illusion that everything and everyone can be and is taken care of. I have the luck of not being picky about food. I can make myself finish any meal whether I like it or not, which is both a blessing and a curse because once I’ve finished something I don’t like, I’ll go look for something that I might like even though I’m full, and if that isn’t good, the whole thing repeats. What I’m trying to say is that I love hotel food. I love to have a choice. I love to hear the picking of the guests’ forks on the plates in the morning. I love to see gorgeous girls and wonder what they do when they aren’t on vacation and if they have a boyfriend. I love spending ages on the beach. I love it when it rains and it’s still hot outside. God, I hope this year’s vacation is peaceful and happy.