not a bedtime story. well maybe.

i miss my blog. traveler companionship has whisked me away. we are at the beach. in a resort town, even though we thought that taking a ferry across the river would get us away from a resort town, we just landed in a smaller, cooler one. it is the most like my old family vacations to that grand east coast summer destination, ocean city maryland. i mean, not in location and surroundings, but in activity. lying on the beach, trying to read by holding the book above my head but always falling asleep with it on my face, vainly wondering if i am getting tan, checking out others´asses. a sunset cocktail, a drowsy walk home, an evening nap. big nighttime event to choose where to eat dinner. yesterday the friendly brazillian man, former club med employee who graciously showed us around, happening upon us on our way to the beach, boldly greeting us, ´ah, my friends, you look like tourists.´ we laughed in our straw hats, but it echoes in my head and i don´t like the way i feel like my parents.

but last night there was a shining moment of grace. the guidbook says this town attracts a ´younger´ crowd, and over dinner i was trying to figure out what the hell that was supposed to mean. why the quotes? but afterwards, we crossed the street to see the live band and the people dancing. and there, in this little square, were a bunch of teenagers. beautiful kids, young, girls with exposed bellies and boys with requisite shaggy beach hair. but they were dancing impeccably, gorgeously. so sexy (oh, this is the area in which the lambada was born). it was like a high school dance, but what i imagined before i actually went to one. all couple dancing, really intricate steps with twirls and hips shaking and the boy spins the girl to the right and then the left with a light hand on the back of her bare waist. the boys look like stoner beach kids but they are perfect in their moves. partners are changed inbetween songs. this would never happen in the united states. never - simply not mature enough, and parents would freak at the way his leg is always in her crotch, but i can see that it is so much better and healthier than keggers at the river. the band is a bunch of teenagers too, my favorite is the one playing the huge triangle (like the size of a hanger). oh, this is the sweetest thing i have ever seen.

i can write today because it´s raining, but now i have to take leave. because a rainy day at the beach, as my parents would declare, is meant for shopping.