Sea, soft yellow sand, sunrays, seagulls, wind, forest, road, silence, blue sky, friend...
My two days spent in the little Sztutowo in the start of a peninsula that waters in the Baltic Sea, brought the peace and relax I was so longing for.
What can be better than seeing the smile on a friend’s face when you meet in the middle of the road after you had got off the bus at the wrong station? Or to receive a warm hug and a kiss on a cheek that will make stretch your back after a long trip sitting on a not so comfortable bus place? Don’t you love it when a friend you’ve just seen three times offers you a cup of hot coffee, sugar and milk to go with it and asks what do you want to do for the 2 days you will spend together?
Then, he gets the car and takes you to the beach, to feel the softest yellow sand you’ve ever seen in your life on your cold feet. He tells you about the perfect place to live that he dreams about... you have a chat about your childhood times, about future plans, about what excites you nowadays and the things you’d lost interest in or just about your present worries and dreams. You want to try the water with your feet and he smiles when you run away cause the water is too cold for you.
Then, he will choose the best fish to eat... while having lunch, you talk AIESEC systems, not in complicated strategic phrases, but in a personal way. You go back at his home and try to choose a movie. You watch one the most stupid movies ever but have fun predicting the end. You are almost always right and he doesn’t like it. Then you watch the second one, which he had already seen so you start asking questions, too many questions. He doesn’t lose his nerve and you like that.
In the evening, you fry some chips and while drinking a tea you share secrets. You both remember the far places where you met and the crazy times of the past summer. Your eyes are too tired to stay open and he asks you if you want to go to sleep. In the door of your room he tells you he’ll go to church in the morning and you ask if you can join him.
You wake up and enjoy the strong sun that enlightens your bed. You get off the stairs and find him in front of the computer... you are both ready so you leave. The church is full of people. Why are they all sad? - you ask yourself. You stay there and just follow what the other people do. You wish for something from God when he tells you that’s the moment to do so. The service finishes and you both leave home chatting about religion.
You have breakfast and he insists to prepare it by his own. You help him with the coffee not to feel useless around there. In the afternoon he takes you to the end of the peninsula to enjoy the marvelous view. You admire the beautiful forest, the nice wind on the sea, his stories about the environment in the area or the high-school times and just play your legs like a child.
You sit on the sand of the beach while he returns the same questions you asked him a night before. But unlike you, he already knows the answer. You look at the people around; you talk or just enjoy the sound of the mild waves.
You get home and you get scared of his dog barking at you so he smiles and get off the car to open the gate. He shows you the music he likes and you copy some of it on your MP3 player. He offers you some postcards his father made and you ask him to write something on one of them. You have to close your eyes while he does that cause he wants you to do that. You read it and it’s just what you thought it will be and you tell him that. You both smile.
He walks you to the bus station and advises you to try the best ice cream in the area. You don’t feel like it. He hopes you’ll find a place to sit. The bus arrives full of people with luggage, standing even on the stairs. He gives you a hug and says you’ll meet again in some weeks. The doors close. He smiles and waves a hand. His wish comes true cause you sit on the stair of the bus. A dirty place but pretty comfortable considering the crowded bus.
You watch the road through the dirty glass of the window. You feel the warmth of the two days in your heart. You really love how your friend smiles shy when he hides some mystery, or when he chews his nails, when he rubs his thin hand because he’s cold, when he plays in the sand, when he runs to answer the phone or when he offers his help when you almost fell while putting your shoes on. You love his not perfect teeth and hope he won’t ruin them by making them perfect. You love these little, normal things and you love your friend more than ever. It’s one of those few people you’ll always love, asking for nothing in return, just for what they are. You’ll always feel his joys or sorrows and you’ll always want to move even the mountains from their place if he would need you.
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