Beach Life

Beach life in Terracina, Italy by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months) Beach life in Terracina, Italy by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Beach life in Terracina, Italy by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Beach life in Terracina, Italy by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Beach life in Terracina, Italy by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Beach life in Terracina, Italy by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Beach life in Terracina, Italy by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Beach life in Terracina, Italy by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Beach life in Terracina, Italy by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Beach life in Terracina, Italy by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Beach life in Terracina, Italy by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Beach life in Terracina, Italy by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

There's not much else being done over here in Italy than eating, sleeping and laying on the beach (add playing around in the sea and a crazy amount of pizza to this equation) – which is perfectly fine by me. Terracina, a small town an hour or two south of Rome, is where my family and I come each year to relax and enjoy the Italian sun. It just happens to be so that some of the loveliest people in the world also lives here, which makes the trip even more brilliant and something I long for each summer.

During the last couple of days my biggest concerns have been deciding on what to eat for lunch and if I have enough energy to get up an cool down in the water. I spend the mornings working and afterwards I make my way down to the beach where I drink my morning coffee with my feet buried deep in the sand. I try to study French (with audiotapes thanks to the lovely Hana) while sunbathing and flick through magazines I bought at the airport in Paris when I need a little break. I stay on my sunbed until the light gets all golden and soft, eat dinner with family and friends under a sky with more stars than I've ever seen in Paris before and enjoy a gelato together with a few too many glasses of prosecco before snuggling up in my bed, only to do it all over again the next day. To say that I'm enjoying myself is an understatement.