Yesterday there was a thunderstorm, at 4am we were woken up by the celestial lightshow much like a huge theatre of shadows. Unfortunately I was in a zombiefied state of half-sleep and only thought of two things - how to settle on the "waterbed" and how to save our beach towels from the stormy weather.
In the morning we went for our daily sfogliatelle hunt, sucessful we feasted on our lobster tail catch with true Neapolitan coffee.
Down at the beach like giant seagulls we picked at the sand. I looked for pretty, flat and thin stones to work with. I also found a bamboo staff. The water was stressed and few people swam. The lifeguards slept on the sand.
We made our lunch and looked up weather, we're in big luck - a week of storms. I tell my mother " We must wake earlier tomorrow, so we can pick the best of junk the sea has to offer!"
I also saw a few tiny crabs. Dead.