On Sunday, I finally made it to the Loyola beach. I need to internalize the fact that the beach is just 10 minutes walk from my house and that I can walk there when I have an hour or even less. I never lived like that and never had that luxury.
The beach was very crowded, but the water was almost ice-cold, and most people were like me: standing with their feet in the water and deciding between “since I already spent time coming here” and “there is the whole summer ahead of us.”
I ended up dipping into the cold water just for a couple of seconds and jumped out, still being very proud of myself:) And then, I laid down on a blanket for a little bit and absorbed the sun, the proximity of the sand, and the sounds of summer around me.