I headed for Carcavelos beach yesterday, although I should have, probably studied instead. Days are dwindling away here, and I do as much as I can to make the most out of them. This is also my effort to keep busy in order to stop thinking about Sigurd too much. The usual long-distance- relationship blues is getting a hold of me again, and I try as much as I can to run away from it, and to find meaningful relationships other places.
There was a surfing contest going on at the beach. People had gathered up with their children and dogs and heavy parasols. There is such a community around it here, you wouldn't believe it. I can't deny that I wished I belonged to one sometimes.
(The tall one to the right is me, by the way.)
