My dearest mother, Matt and I decided to go sit at the beach for a few hours one Saturday – something Goans NEVER do. See for us it’s hard to just show up and swim without prior plans. I mean the beach is always there so we rarely need to go to it. Plus, we don’t ever need tans. PLUS me the forever rebel will never ever stop lecturing whoever wants to listen that Goa is more than just beaches. Nobody ever does and that’s fine.
Listen: I know there is no way for me to explain this without sounding like a kook so I’m just going to say this much: We went to the beach, I had a beer and my mama and Matt had juice, we ate a plate of fries, I put my feet into the water, collected some shells for my wallet and we people watched. We went for lunch to a really terrible restaurant that looked great from the outside (The Mango Tree in Vagator) and then we went to Romaldin and John’s house. We played UNO. Cynthia said, “I AM GOING TO WIN” really confidently and used a beer can as a microphone to do so. Then we had tea.
It was a really, really good day. I suppose unplanned beach days aren’t that bad. Then on the the other hand no days are terrible when you know – even without seeing it as often – all of this is nearby. That includes the lady right in the photo right below.
Location: Ozran Beach, Goa and this place