June 8, 2012
Water was cold, but irresistable, and on a small rocky beach local and foregin tourists could be found, standing thigh-deep in the sea, hugging themselves and slowly inching forward, determined. Off towards the open sea, on the far end of the bay, there was a small island, connected with the mainland by a collapsing stone bridge. The shallow inlet it spanned was full of perfectly transparent jellyfish, drifting in slowly with the wind in evil clusters. I kept my eyes for them as I swam off the rocks, delicously cool, the white church lolling gently in front of me.