Life: Idiotropic

Canet de Berenguer to some, but to its friends, simply "canet." 

A week of company is winding to an end and my friends are soaking up the last moments of their vacation.

I would be stressing over every little thing, packing my bags meticulously, walking around in circles.  My friends look at the afternoon departure time and say, "let's go to the beach."

Canet is calling.


The sand is fine and smooth.  There are no stones to stab your feet.  And the slope into the near bath-like water is so gradual that even little people can walk pretty far out into the sea without worry.  It's absolutely heavenly.

So here begins summer.  Can't get me on the phone?  I'll be at Canet.