“Get of the pool already” Marco said.
I had been there for quite a while I must admit, but I was perfect anyway. He was laying in one of the chairs, laid back so he could wath the football game on the TV, instead, I was just listening to it. Germany was playing against Portugal and the fist part was just about to finish. Germany was on top of the game with two goals – Müller had scored a penalty and it hadn’t been so far ago that Hummels had just scored the second for Germany.
“How are they doing?” I asked him “The commentators are driving me insane”
“Two cero” he said not tearing his eyes from the screen.
“I know that, just want to know if they are playng well”
Marco didn’t listen to me and kept gazing at the TV, resigned I got out of the pool and wrapped a towel around my body before sitting next to him to watch the final minutes of the first half.
“They did good” my boyfriend said as the players entered the tunnel and the stream started to show the commercials.
“I asked you like half an hour ago” I said squinting my eyes.
“I know. I just wanted you to get out of the pool”
“Seriously, look at your fingers, you needed to get out”.
I had to gave him one point for that because my fingers were super wrinkly for being too much in the water.
“You’re not replying then” he laughed.
“OK, you’re right” I said “Should we go have lunch out today?”
Two days ago we had gone into that little tour of ours over the coast and, it had tired us a little. Since we both felt exhausted we had spent the morning before sleeping in and then, we sunbathed in the afternoon and we also went for a swim on the ocean and another few ones in the pool.
“Sounds good” he said. “We yet have to go to the hotel’s restaurant physically”
“Great” I said “We can go once the match ends because I’m starting to feel hungry”
“Go grab something in the fridge”
I arrived back when the match was back ion the TV with a buch of goodies to spent the second half of the match. It was a great second half to be honest, Germany scored another two goals, both of them scored my Müller, who made a hat-trick bringing the ball home.
I was sad Marco had to watch this game instead of playing it but on the other hand I was happy we could be on this little holidays and that I got to spend time with him in this paradise and, most importantly, bonding over what he loved best: football. I was quite a football fan myself too so it didn’t necessarily bother me, in fact, I loved it because he kept telling me stories or peculiarities of the players hat were showed on screen if he knew some and I was also quite nosy as well.
I was also happy Matts was doing alright, because it remided me of Cathy, with whom I spoke frequently. She was now very happy, her Munich home was finished and I was welcome to visit whenever I wanted to, I had helped her with some decisions since I love interior design. She was so radiant and happy lately and I loved talking to her and catch some of her possitivity.
Marco was so happy about Germany winning and was radiant all the way to the restaurant. He even waited on me as I got ready, changing my swimsuit and putting on a pair of white short overalls and braided my hair. We crossed the wooden bridges hand in hand and I imagined we were one of those couples you watch on the street and think how perfect they are for each other.
The path to the restaurant wasn’t actually quite long and we were given a table as soon aswe asked for one, which was also nice. The place was decorated entirely in white, and had huge windows that overlooked at the cristal blue ocean and the long beach, with tall palm trees standing in line. Our table was placed next to one of those windows so I could say we were pretty lucky to be given it.
“We have to go to the beach after dinner” I told Marco as soon as we sat down “It would be a crime to have it there and not visit it”.
“WE have to” he agreed “They even havejet skis, we should rent one and go back to our room on it”
“You driving?” I said sceptically.
“Of course I’m driving one of those”
“I think that’s actually very hard Marco” I infrmed him “I don’t know if you’d be capable of doing so”
“Of course I am” he said offended “I’ve done it before”
“Yeah, last summer” he explained “I want to greece for a while and we rented one of the hotel and drove drove it aroind”
“At first,” he said “A few times. But I’m a pro now.”
In that moment the waiter came over with the menús and our conversation was left to die, I forgot it but Marco did not and he was now roaming the idea of actually getting one to get back to our villa.
We both asked for the Chef’s Menus, too lay to actually pick up one thing, and also curious of what could we expect of it. I was a little worried since I was not the one for experimental cuisine and the names were certainly pointing in that direction – as well as the amount of plates written down.
In fact it was modern cousine, the escessive amount of plates was not really that much because the amount of food that were on each plate wasn’t really that big, but it gave as a chance to taste a lot of different plates of the menú but in smaller portions. It was really tasty and every plate that was brought to our table was delicious and – since they were really tiny – left you wanting more of it.
They had just picked up the last of the main courses and there was only the dessert left. When it came over I couldn't believe that was food, it was so pretty I didn’t want to eat it because I would have to destroy it. It was a black chocolate ball, with strawberry sauce and three white chocolate sticks with white berries on top of it, all of it inside a sugary case, that you have to break with your teaspoon.
After dessert they brought us thee different types of exotic fruits sorbets which were delicious as well, and they were super refreshing, a thing that I needed given that it was getting so hot.
The whole lunch actually took us a while and there was not so many time for the beach as we initially thought but we stayed there for a while and took some time to actually enjoy our food.
“If you try to splash me I’ll cut your head” I threatened Marco when I saw his intentions.
He stopped in his tracks and look at me with innocent eyes.
“I wasn’t going to” he said “But you’re taking so long”.
He was right, I wasn’t the one to dip quickly into the sea. Instead I dip slowly, specially when the water reached my tummy. I was reaching that point, and I had been still for a while. I was wearing a pale pink and blue bikini, and we had left our clothes and bags at our deck chairs, watched by a young man.
“Adi, seriously, get in already” Marco complained.
“You don’t need to be by my side if you don’t want to” I protested.
“I’m on holidays with you” he answered “And I want to be with you”
“You won’t die if you take a dip before me, did you know that?”
He laughed and he then through me a naughty look. As soon as I saw his green eyes and his wicked smile I started to back away but he was faster than me and wrapped an arm around me, lifting me in the air as I kicked in the air and begged him to put me down. He didn’t listen to me though and I wasn’t strong enough to get out of his grip and not fall flat into the water so he won anyway and crushed me into the water with him.
It felt so cold at the beginning but I got used to it in the end. I loved the feeling of the water surrounding my body, it felt light as a feather and ethereal. Moving your body effortlessly against the mass of liquid, flowing with it, was the closest thing to flying. I had always loved the beach, when I was little I spent all my Summers at the beach, my mother carriied a big box of goodies and I usually spent the whole evening swimming and playing in the water with the rest of the children.
“Great” I said sarcastically “Except the part when I froze to death”.
“it’s not that cold” he retorted.
He then dip back in the water and I followed him. We spent the rest of the evening splashing each other and we only came out when our fingers started to shrink.
“Marco. I think that’s enough suncream” I said after the tird time he put suncream over his body.
“It’s never enough” he said “It’s not pleasant when you get sunburnt”.
“I know that. But I’m sure it’s enough with a coat of suncream, you had applied three already!”.
“Adela, don’t fight me on this. Germans have thin skin”.
“OK, I’ll let you be” I said reclining back onto the towel “But you’re being ridiculous”.
“Marco, I’m not doing it” I said in disbelief.
“Do you even know how to drive on of theese?”
“It’s not that difficult”
“How do you know the way? Do you know how difficult is orientating in the sea?”
“It’s not that difficult”
“Stop, replying the same thing. I know from close experience it’s quite difficult”.
“OK, I know, but nothing is going to happen. We’re right on the side.”
“If we’ll get lost I’ll feed you to the sharks”
“Is that a yes” he said excitedly, like a five year old.
I couldn’t believe I had just agreed to go back to our suite riding a water motorcycle – both in one of them. Turns out Marco wasn’t that bad of a driver – or sailor – and we got to our room quite easily. Fortunately, both of our phones ended up completely dry and functional.
“That was sick” Marco said as we hoped into our little pier.
“It was alright” I said smiling, seeing him so excited.
“I’m going to have a shower, can you order some dinner?” he asked “I could use a nighti n toninght”
“Me too” I answered “I’ll call them right away”.
It was starting to get dark outside and we were sitting in the deck, watching the sunset. I had ordered food to the room service and we were having dinner cozily tucked up on one couch.
“Did you like my sailing skills?” he asked.
“Nothing” I said “I’m fine”.
“You’re not, you were also weird when I brought up the water motorcycle thing”.
“My father was a sailor” I said leaving the spoon on the plate.
“Was? You’ve never mentioned him” he asked sweetly, putting an arm around me.
“I was little” I begun with a lump in my throat “His boat just disappeared”
“I’m so sorry” he said cuddling me into him, making me want to cry “I didn’t knew that”,
“It’s okay” I said. “I hadn’t told you”.
“It must have been difficult” he said brushing through my hair.
“It was really hard” I cried “I was mad at him when he left because he never was with me”
“Adi” he said grabbing my face gently “I’m sure he knew you loved him so much”
“I know” I said “But I can’t shake this feeling, that the last thing I said to my father was full of hate. I never got to say goodbye to him, you know?”.
“We never found his body” I admitted “We just buried an empty casket”.
“It must have been hard for your family too”
“Yes, I was very little and my mother tried to hide it but I could feel he was devastated”.
“She raised you alone? You and your brother?”
“Yep” I said “She’s the best”
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