Sunday. A day of rest. But not for Paul. He woke up bright and early around 630 because his dad was up getting ready for a race. I got out of bed at 645 and didn’t want him waking anyone up so I took him down to the beach still in my pajamas. I was still drunk with sleep and as we walked down the stairs to Platja Fonda I could only think about how bad I wanted my damn sunglasses…or my bed.
We had the whole beach to ourselves and we spent a while sitting around until he finally got in the water. I found some seaglass and some really weird… things. They felt like hard jello and I counted 29 in a small strip on the beach.. I have no idea what they are…
Paul loved jumping off into the water and Leila even convinced me to do it...
We had a relaxing evening and went to El Parador de Aigua Blava for the magnificent views and before heading home Leila dropped Paul and I off at the beach to go see those weird jelly things again. Paul stripped down to his underwear and waded in the water for a while until I got bored of my search for seaglass and we headed home…
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