The weekend of August was definitely a blessing. Who cares if after ten o'clock in the morning the sea was already a sandy mess that I could not even see your feet a few feet from the shore. Never mind whether to earn my place in the sun I was elbowing with Dorothy, the Prioress, the Cellario and friend, Professor of Dorothy . And who cares even if after the meal of fish from 14 to noon (half a pound of bass scuafanata all alone), grilled meat and the evening of 14 free-range chicken for the evening of August 15 my stomach was screaming revenge with excruciating pain.
What matters is that I finally learned how to do dips. No, not from the diving board, and even the rock, and even the skid, and tell the truth even from the shoulders of some generous and handsome playmate. In fact I learned to stop from diving in water.
wearing blue goggles improbable that made me look like I threw Mario54 upside down, like a mermaid to surface after a few meters. That is, this is what I should do. Under the eyes of terrified and friend, Professor Mikelotta (priority and Dorothy bulging instead politely laughing) I threw, I arrived with my nose an inch from the sand and continue to shake your feet off the water.
"Why can not I go under??"
The answers to my questions were numerous and not always consistent.
friend Professor: "You gotta give the impetus for the kidneys" The
Dorothy (trying not to choke with saliva): "You have to give up the momentum with their feet"
Mikelotta (despite his young age, his two years of pool make it an authoritative commentator): "You throw the belly instead of his head"
priority: "Take down your feet!"
If I tried to pull down or walk, was on his ass, emerging in a manner unbecoming.
The worst was the morning of 16, with the dress size 46. The point is that I would have to sit a 44 but in 44 I enter half of the boobs, and then compromising with 46 (she puts me in the womb bisecting still worthy of a trigonometry problem, but I arranger). On the first dive I found myself naked ass. Obviously, if the costume is coming down off. Increasingly difficult! "Get the momentum with the kidneys, feet, threw the head, pulls down his feet and picks up the costume !"
So after showing my thanks back to the middle of the beach bathers Seahorse, I eventually learned.
Well, almost. The Dorothy continues to wonder why even though I am five feet high resume to no more than one meter and sixty from the point where I dived. And those damn feet
remain outside. Next Saturday I'll try not to shake as the fins of a crazed monk seal.
