Away

Since I do not want to wait for an occasion that my computer should accept as simple a thing as a flash card reader (or is it because Win Me won't recognize it?), and since I do not want to look this blog of mine like a dead place (There are some followers) here we go with retyping my PDA diary. So I can also train my touch typing with two blind eyes skills, hehe.

"The documents in this section of my blog were written by me while I was away from my home computer. For instance, like at this time while I'm in "my" island of Gran Canaria, during most of May in 2009, I do hope I will succeed in transferring the files to my computer when I'll have returned home, at the end of the month. This could turn out to be a problem _ for as you might remember from my former articles: I still have an old machine with the ancient (but quite reliable) OS Windows ME installed. And this diary is written on a small, more modern PDA. I cannot connect these two, which would result in a big "synchronizing fight", the manual of the PDA even warns of installing the PDA's synchronizing programme on a machine which is controlled by an OS version lesser than XP, (Grrrr @ MS). Anyway, be it as it is, here we go with the recordings of my impressions:-

My accommodation here, a small studio, is located cerca de la playa: a short walk, a few steps down the hill, and I'm at the beach!
Locals can be seen basking, or going for a swim, mostly they do both, of course. We're in a Miami - like climate zone after all, with plenty of sunshine, palm trees, and warmth. There are also lots of tourists (guiris is the canarian word for this species) around. In this area, which is the south eastern part of GC, they come from Scandinavia, and also from Britain, escaping from the cold and the rain of their home countries.
From time to time, some very beautiful ladies, women and also girls would turn up down there at the beach. And if not beautiful, they'd at least show some interesting behaviour.
This morning a lovely slim girl came along, enjoying the surf of the rolling waves of the Atlantic Ocean. She was tall with long slender legs and even longer slender arms which she waved through the air while using some rocks as stepping stones, and trying to avoid the surf.
That gay behaviour of hers impressed me to such an extent that I spent almost an hour watching her. Difficult to estimate her age from the distance, I'd say she was in her late teens or so. She wasn't alone: an older man, seemingly her father or other relative, and a younger and more stubby girl were in her company. Her most remarkable feature were her long waving limbs, and her gayness, all of which reminded of a gay foal.
I remember having seen a similar, much younger girl on a former occasion at a different beach a few months ago. She had the same figure, jumping and hopping and playing gaily with the surf like a gazelle, or long-limbed young horse."


(The girl in the picture is not the one I am talking about in my article. But ain't she just as beautiful??)

tbc