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Trizia and Marco to the spa park
August 10, Wednesday morning
A series of dry rumble echoed on the hill, between the quarries of locks down to the sea, and the head of Trizia, who was sleeping in a deep sleep, lying in bed in his apartment in the countryside. He dreamed of being under a waterfall of hot water. The water ran down over her shoulders and rubbed gently. At echoed through the woods, the dream turned into projection of heavy boulders that fell off the mountain and burying it fell on him. Sat bolt upright in bed. Where was he? What time was it? The lush landscape of birds and of Mediterranean and exotic plants showed himself to his senses in the form of melodious sounds and scents. In his sleep she had lost track of comfortable apartment in the garden adjacent to the spa park. The island was celebrating St. Lawrence and the tradition was that at six in the morning he got shot the barrels opening ceremony. She learned shortly after by the waiter on duty who brought her breakfast in room.
He did appear on the table, with soft gestures magician, fruit juice, croissants, jam and butter cubes, and a steaming cup of coffee, and informed her that many other barrels, for the events of ancient folk rituals and religious, they would have woken up throughout the summer. He began to list them. "For heaven's sake," stopped him putting a hand to his forehead that she already felt dazed as if the barrels were exploding all in the ears at the time. However, the breakfast and especially the excellent flavor of the espresso had restored his good humor and this meant that she would not waste any time. She was impatient to start the holiday and to enjoy it. She put on his black-rimmed sunglasses tinged with silver around the green oval lenses and, map in hand; he ventured to explore the spa park. He walked the paths between pine and eucalyptus trees, bougainvillea, brooms, orchids and cyclamen, including agaves, aloes and prickly pears that had copious blooms. She moved between Mediterranean flavors, bright colors and gentle sounds of nature by only a few minutes, but at every step the growing admiration, energy and joie de vivre. She had already forgotten the dull light yellowish and the city like a bad nightmare of the past.
Among the paths of landscaped gardens in the sun, with a high forehead like a Renaissance Madonna, she smelled the air in emotion. She had donned the new suit on a blue background floral pattern and had covered with a maxi skirt veiled in ink. She had extreme attention to detail. She wore a silver bracelet on your wrist with two pendants, a nut and a heart, and at the foot a couple of rubber flip-flops, the same color as the skirt, adorned with stones and rhinestones. She walked with little ease. She was not used to wearing flip-flops, they were uncomfortable, and the shoulder bag, bulging to the terry cloth bathrobe and you need to pool; was hampered in his movements.
She passed by the infinite variety of pools. More than she had wanted: swim or relax caressed by whirlpool so many pools. She was in a hurry to take possession of a corner in the garden, sunbathing and diving. She passed the pool with water at thirty-seven degrees Aphrodite, Eros at forty, the Sirius at fifteen, the Olympic Triton with sea water to twenty-eight degrees, and then moved quickly in front of the spa with mud baths, massages and gym. She paused for a moment at the entrance area, nude and glanced, then headed to the locker room and the restaurant area read the daily menu posted at the entrance. In the end looked down at the seaside resort on the beach.
She smiled enthusiastically. She was like a little girl at the amusement park. Not the whole month would be enough to take advantage of all the services. It was time to begin. She looks forward to the envy that would come to Carla. She decided to stop at the Olympic swimming pool with sea water, just to get familiar with the environment. At loungers laid the maxi skirt bent. Then she lay down on the bed exposed in bright sunlight. She began to read the rules; she was pleased that it was required of etiquette by guests. She closed his eyes, she was on vacation, rules and regulations had enough. A warm sun is caressing her skin. She was relaxing. She was happy.
Was ecstatic to just a few minutes, when suddenly someone get close. Even with her eyes closed, she was ready to not be breaking the spell. The presence was making shadow. She sat up and opened his eyes. Mark had arrived, he was in good spirits. He could tell by the look in his eyes and the smile on his lips. "Lady Trizia, good morning!" He accentuated vowels. "Here is our financial advisor." With gentle kindness not let him know if he was glad to see him or disturbed. "Did you sleep well?" "Yes, and you?" And lay down again. "Very well, very well," he put the towel folded over his arm that he kept on a sun bed free. "Do you mind if I'm here under the umbrella next to her?" "Please, go ahead "She closed his eyes behind his glasses with dark lenses." He saw that wonderful day; feels pleasant climate and say that at this hour of the morning we have already thirty- degree heat. "
He talked as if he were selling something of your own; nevertheless it was a sunny day. This time, however, was showing him. He noticed that in that swimsuit, a little chastened, there was a great body and did not want to have it run. "We can go around the whole island; there are many beautiful things to see." Trizia had not decided anything about it and did not want to commit in advance. "I think that the agency will arrange, anyway thank you for your concern." She was turned over on his back on the bed. "It's already been to the beach?" "No, not yet, I intend to go there tomorrow morning." Her voice was uncertain with the cheek pressed on the cot. "Good."
The conversation languished, Marco realized it. He did not want to play all his cards in a hurry. He was in the company of a lady well, culture. He could get lost in the banal chatter. If he wanted to win his friendship and also, something more had to, prepare better. He looked at his watch; luckily it was almost time for sludge and decided to leave. "Lady Trizia, now I must apologize, but I have an appointment, the sludge make me very well, put me back in perfect shape."
The scorching sun had already flushed. The skin pale and dull, since the town experienced throughout the year indoors in low light, it was not enough cream high protective power. It was time to go for a swim. She used the shower, washed their feet and put on his headphones. She wanted to dive, but the regulation forbade him, so cleverly dropped for the aluminum ladder placed at the poolside as not to break the toenails. She went into the water and began to swim slowly lying on her back.
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