Black Sea Escape
I shook my luggage on the terrace. Fine sand spread on the lawn behind the house. I don't know how I always manage to bring it with me.
It was a short vacation. A surprise.
We stayed at Pheonicia, a resort in the northern end of Mamaia. We relaxed, while tanning and bathing all day long. We tried new dishes and saw old friends. We indulged in anything we desired.
One evening ..
Mainainte mi-am scuturat bagajul pe terasa. S-a imprastiat nisipul fin pe gazonul din spatele casei. Nu stiu cum reusesc mereu sa-l aduc cu mine.
A fost o vacanta scurta. O surpriza.
Am stat la Pheonicia, un resort din capatul de nord al statiunii Mamaia. Ne-am relaxat. Am incercat preparate noi, am revazut prieteni vechi. Ne-am facut toate poftele. Ne-am bronzat si imbaiat.
Intr-una din seri ..
.. we went for a walk, without a specific destination. I felt the sand in my sneakers and his hand in mine. By our left were the waves and by the right was the sunset.
Flirting colors merged together. The sea was no longer blue, nor was the sky.
Purple, turquoise, gray, rosé - inquired into one. I felt like staring in Vanilla Sky. ( One of my favorite movies. Did you see it? Don't miss it. It's a masterpiece.)
Walking slowly, there was nothing to hurry us.
..ne-am pornit la o plimbare, fara o destinatie anume. Simteam nisipul in adidasi si mana lui, in mana mea. Ne uitam in stanga la valuri si in dreapta la apus.
Culorile flirtau. Se combinau. Marea nu mai era albastra, nici cerul.
Violet, turcoaz, gri, rosé - ma minunam intr-una. Ma simteam ca-n Vanilla Sky. ( Unul dintre filmele mele preferate. L-ai vazut? Nu-l rata, e de colectie.)
Paseam incet. Nimic nu ne grabea.
Somewhere in the back of my thoughts, I had a compass pointing me to Kudos Beach. The memory of past Summers was calling me. I told Andrei we should go there. "Come on, I'm sure we'll find a nice bartender to keep company."
Last summer we spent a whole month in Mamaia .. it was just us against the world. Actually, I wouldn't call it a vacation - rather a life experience. We learned a lot .. and it all brought us closer.
Now I just remember the adventures .. and the night we made friends with the guys at Kudos. That was the first time I drank fresh raspberry shots. The magenta fruits crushed right before my eyes. That smell still makes my mouth water.
Undeva in spatele gandurilor mele, aveam totusi o busola care ma directiona spre Kudos. Amintirea altor veri ma chema s-a o retraiesc. I-am spus lui Andrei sa mergem acolo. " Hai, sigur gasim un barman simpatic sa-l tinem de povesti. "
Vara trecuta am stat o luna in Mamaia.. Si atunci am fost -noi doi- si restul lumii. N-a fost vacanta - ci experienta de viata. Am invatat multe.. si ne-au adus mai aproape.
Acum imi aminteam doar aventura.. si seara in care ne-am imprietenit cu cei de la Kudos. Noaptea in care am baut intaia oara shoturi de zmeura proaspata. Un bulgaras magenta pisat in fata ochiilor mei. Mirosul imi face si acum gura apa.
Going south, shouting, laughing and keeping silence.. In our intimacy, I felt as if we were completely alone at the sea side. Seldom, we'd come across a lost group or family. They'd act like we weren't there.
We didn't have to pretend. By the time we'd notice them, we'd already forget their faces. I only remember touch of the sand and the sound of the waves.
We stopped. In front of us: a beach full of wooden baldachins with sand-colored cushions. Hanging over the pastel beach.
"You really like this one!" I said, grinning at him. Oh, I know him so well!
The truth is, I'm fascinated too. "I want to see how it feels like" I told him, hopping on one of them. I insisted he joined me. His expression made e burst out laughing. "C'moon, you're not that heavy, it won't break!"
He climbed next to me.
Then we're quiet.
The wind is rocking us.
"Listen." my boyfriend tells me after about a quarter of an hour. "Close your eyes, and listen."
Only then I realized that my gaze was lost. Was I looking at the horizon? No. Beyond it. The sea's movements relaxed my mind and the view calmed my eyes. But I closed them.
"Can you feel it?" and he hugged me, "It's like we're above the water."
I gave him a kiss, suggesting he's right. Neither of us opened our eyes the next hour. We just stood there, imagining we're float on the sea.
My bag was under me and we held the camera tight between us.
Then, suddenly, it settled.
Not the breeze, nor the water's noise hitting the shore. But his breath. He had a slow, pressed pace. He was asleep.
His arm was heavier now, and his head was resting against mine. I was melting.
Kudos no longer seemed as attractive. I forgot all about it. About the parties last summer, about the rest of the world - everything. I was enjoying moment. Smiling with my eyes closed - "So this is what it's like."
We constantly hear or read, we even advise others to live the moment. Do we? Not really, not quite, not as we should, right? But when we find that second of silence, when the future doesn't matter and the past doesn't count, that's when you know you're alive.
The present is the only one left.
Mergand spre sud, cu rasete, tipete si tacere, in intimitatea noastra, aveam senzatia ca suntem singuri in statiune. Rar intampinam cate un grup, o familie, un ratacit, care se faceau ca nu ne vad.
Noi nu ne prefaceam. Ii observam, dar ii uitam de-n data. Nu-mi amintesc nici un chip acum, doar nisipul si sunetul mari.
Ne-am oprit. In fata noastra o plaja cu baldachine de lemn si perne de culoarea nisipului. Sus. Atarnate!
"Stiam ca-ti plac." Ranjesc catre el. Vai, ce-l cunosc!
Adevarul e, ca ma fascinau si pe mine. "Vreau sa vad cum e senzatia." ii spun si ma urc pe unul dintre ele. Insist sa vina si el. Expresia lui ingrijorata ma facea sa bufnesc. "Haai, nu esti asa de greu, te tiine!!"
Vine langa mine.
Vantul ne leagana.
"Asculta." imi spune iubitul dupa un sfert de ora. "Inchide ochii, si asculta."
Abia atunci mi-am dat seama ca ma uitam in gol. La linia orizontului? Nu. Dincolo de ea. Miscarea marii imi relaxa mintea, si privelistea imi calma ochii. Dar i-am inchis.
"Simti?" si ma strange in brate, "parca suntem deasupra apei."
I-am dat dreptate cu un sarut. Nu ne-am mai deschis ochii nici unul in urmatoarea ora. Am stat doar, imaginandu-ne ca plutim pe mare, in miscarea lina a valurilor.
Geanta era sub mine si aparatul foto strans intre noi.
Si dintr-o data, s-a reglat.
Nu adiera, nici zgomotul apei lovinduse de mal. Ci respiratia lui. Avea un ritm incet si apasat. Dormea.
Bratul lui era mai greu acum, si capul lui se sprijinea de al meu. Ma induiosa.
Kudosul nu mai parea la fel de atractiv. L-am uitat pe toate. Petrecerea, vara trecuta, restul lumii - tot. Ma gandeam la moment. Il savuram si zambeam cu ochii inchisi - "Deci asta inseamna."
Auzim, citim, ne sfatuim mereu sa traim secunda. O facem? Nu prea, nu foarte, nu cat am vrea noi, nu? Dar si cand gasim acea clipa de liniste, cand viitorul nu contaza si trecutul s-a evaporat, atunci stim ca traim.
Numai prezentul ne mai ramane.
It was getting cold and I had to accept that the moment is but a moment, and that it had already passed.
"Andrei?" kissing his eyelids, "wake up."
He raised up right away, surprised it was dark. "You're hilarious, you! I don't think there's anyone in the world, who likes sleeping like you do" - I'm telling you, you have no idea how he enjoys his naps!
We headed back to the resort - climbing between the summer beds, we saw a bonfire. I thought the evening was already perfect - well, it has just begun.
The venue, the beautiful beach belonged to, light up a campfire by the sea, every night. Around it, cushioned seats sunk in the sand. The tables were low, not to overshadow the fire.
We ordered two servings of chicken souvlaki with tzatziki and Greek wine. We pulled our seats closer. Live Mediterranean music completed the atmosphere. The place was populated, but we were the only ones so close to the fire.
"I love you." - I whispered, thanking him for the evening, the holiday, for what he is.
I can't wait to write all about this on the blog.
I was wondering if this would make the experience less valuable. "Why do you say that?" He asks me hearing my dilemma. "I think it just makes you more aware of it.. Right? It's easier to remember if you keep writing, love, and that counts as much. It's the memories that remain, right?"
S-a facut frig si am fost nevoita sa accept ca momentul nu e decat un moment, si ca acesta deja trecuse.
"Andrei?" ii pup ochii, "trezeste-te."
S-a ridicat imediat, surprins ca se intunecase. "Esti de groaza, ma! Atata-ti place sa dormi" - Habar n-aveti cat ii place, pe cuvant!
Voiam sa mergem inapoi catre resort, pe strada - urcam intre baldachine si am zarit un foc de tabara. Credeam ca seara a fost deja perfecta, ei bine, abia incepuse.
Intamplarea face ca localul de care apartinea plaja sa aprinda noapte de noapte, un foc de tabara catre mare. In jurul lui, sezloange afundate in nisip si masute joase, ca sa nu-l eclipseze.
Ne-am luat doua portii de pui souvlaki cu tzatziki si vin grecesc. Ne-am tras sezloangele mai aproape. Muzica live cu specific mediteranean completa atmosfera. Aici era lume, dar eram singurii atat de aproape de foc.
"Te iubesc." - ii soptesc, multumindu-i pentru seara, pentru vacanta, pentru ce e el.
Abia asteptam sa scriu pe blog experienta.
Ma gandeam apoi daca acest gand ar face-o mai putin valoroasa. " De ce spui asta? " ma intreaba el la auzul dilemei mele. " Eu cred ca o constientizezi mai bine asa. Nu? O pastrezi mai usor daca o scrii, iubire, si asta conteaza la fel de mult. Doar cu amintirile ramanem, nu?"
We also played a bit with my Hero Camera, Andrei got me for my birthday this year. I made a little slideshow with my best footage. - We've still got a long way to go 'till we get professional, but it was terribly fun trying.