A Day at the Beach


Fishing or Floating, originally uploaded by Miss Laura M..

In Sardinia, island Italy, I sleep on the beach in a white-stuccoed little hut with a peaked, red-tiled roof. The campground calls it a tukul and I get a deal because I’m alone. It holds a bed and a light and after dark, the sounds of lapping waves and knocking boat hulls drift through the single screened window. I am the only person on the site without a family and the only American…

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