stray kittens in an olive tree

Today I swam in the sea and the pool. The sea is really salty here; I was surprised. I went to the same “private beach” that Ethan and I went to last week, which is called Long Beach. It’s basically a huge cement slab jutting out into the water with a couple of pools, 2 thrown-together open cafes, and a bunch of chaise lounges. It’s not fancy, but you still must pay $7 admission. Why do I do this? Because women don’t really swim at public beaches, and if they do, they do so fully clothed and with their families.

At some point, I am going to go to one of the ladies-only beaches, just to see what it’s like. These are for the truly modest and devout, and I sort of have this image of all of these pious ladies throwing off veils and leaping naked into the sea, but I am pretty sure it’s nothing like this.