Beach Life Experience.

Day 5 : I guess this is how it would feel like if i really lived that ´beach life´.

You wake up only to get ready for the beach,take slow strolls, baking under the sun and having your book and ´mate´(traditional Uruguayan tea) the whole day. My senses retaliated in the first days of having absolutely nothing to do. I finally have evidence to the transition one endures when living in the city and eventually escaping that systematized lifestyle.
When you first open your eyes in the morning to plan how you would spend your day, it´d be surprisingly ´blank´. And when you realize that your days are starting to begin with absolutely no pressure or worries of supposed responsibilities, you find ways or excuses to actually have something to do. That there is proof to how I am so trained to fill my days with activities, otherwise, i´d feel irrelevant or insufficient.
What i have easily accepted is how almost every meal is accompanied by wine. You know that wine is a part of one´s culture when it is locally made and easily available. And mind you, some of the best wines that i have ever tasted is here in south america.

A typical afternoon here would be a lunch session outdoors in the garden. A table with white cloth stretched over, plates, cutleries, wine, fernet(typical alcohol with some traditional herbs), salad, bread, crackers and ASADO (either cow or lamb meat).
How could something this simple be filled with satisfaction?
When you find yourself so far away from home in a place far from what you imagine, its so easy to get ´lost in translation´. You feel the need to memorize every single moment endured. The conflict lies in the reasoning behind it, whether it is truly for the self, or because you want to share it with your other world back ´home´. Whatever it is ,I´ve been told far too often that i´m ´lucky´or fortunate. Though i may not understand what those terms represent, but I guess i´d have to agree anyway.
Hence, Yesterday was a reminder to why I should be.
It started off as a simple desire to take a bicycle ride around the streets of punta del este. You see, i´m starting to understand why this place gets so populated over summer time. When you ride down the streets, the cool breeze is balanced out with the sun light onto your skin. At a good speed you ride pass people who are jogging,driving,drinking mate or just chilling out. I admire the healthy lifestyle they practice here, especially the way they assimilate it with the environment. Nature is loved by all, and you know this when you watch the sunset on your bicycle,riding across the horizon accompanied by the sea shore. This is a place where the crowd encores the second the sun sets completely. Perhaps, the only thing you have in common is your appreciation for something sacred that is unsaid, through words. How good it feels to share a special sunset moment with strangers and just clapping for the right reason;for a good sunset show.

Every time I glanced over to the surface of the sea, I see the sun resting itself above it. The bike ride lasted for hours because there were far too many beautiful places to stop at. I was reminded of Key West when we rode up to the pier where expensive boats floated by the docks. There was even a tiny booth that was set up to sell fresh seafood. Even better, I spotted jelly fishes and a couple of seals hanging around the docks, waiting for left'overs. Call me a newbie but i was in AWE.
What made the experience even more unique was that a marathon was taking place, hence, the main street beside the sea was shut off to vehicles. I rode the bike on an empty street that´s usually jam packed. Fortunate!
Overall, I rode and rode watching the skies change its colours. From the bright sunny day, it dimmed down to a lighter shade,with occasionally purple and pink swirls. I wonder,How could i have not passed out from all the beauty?
Its not even week 1, so i´ll try to keep the bad energy away.
Fear to not have this anymore. Fear of the ending.
Why should we even bother to live without this?