Wednesday is the new Saturday

If you ask anybody in the civilized world what is their favourite day, they would probably say Saturday or Sunday. That would have been my answer one year ago, but many things change in one year. And this year, my favourite day is Wednesday.Why Wednesday? Because it's my true and only day off per week and I cherish it with all my heart. I get so sentimental over my days off, since they are so few, that sometimes I start crying when I think about it.

So to cut things short, today is my favourite day of the week. And since it’s Wednesday and we are in the middle of nowhere, and here this is a short day, so all the shops close at 2 pm, what’s the best thing to do on a sunny and hot day, than to go on the beach and relax a bit. While there I prefer to find a quiet space, child proof if possible. I was lucky, the beach wasn’t crowded. 

My eye was imediately caught by a russian grandad who decided to reinvent his swimming trucks and turn them into a thong. It was more than ridiculous, but maybe grandad didn’t want any tan marks.

I turned my attention from the grandad (I wasn’t feeling very well watching his wiggling body) to a russian mum with her 7-8 years old son. Nothing impressive so far until they started the photo session. More exactly mom started it and the child was taking pictures of her posing in the most ridiculous postures. With her back to the camera, profile, standing, lying down. I couldn’t help but stare, as were some English tourists nearby. After 15-20 pictures, the lady decided to have a snapshot while jumping, cause there’s no holiday album without a jumping posture. But since the gravity is a bitch, the boy couldn’t catch his mum in the air only landing. I could hear her growing frustration while directing the child: “Davai: ras, dva, tri” and jump at four. But it didn’t work. Annoyed, she put her child do it while she was taking photos. She managed to find the right timing and taught him  how to take the perfect photo for a Facebook profile. And hurray! He finally succeed. After that, they packed their things and left.

Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but if this is not an interesting day off, I don’t know what is.