Especially in the Azores, where the water is a lot warmer and more transparent than in Lisbon. But I don't love it nearly as much as my mom (who recently learned how to swim) or even as my boyfriend Daniel (who has been swimming as a sport since he was little and loves all things ocean). I love it, but I get cold easily and wimp out. Then I sit on my towel taking pictures of my mom. I love my mom's enthusiasm though, how she stays in the longest and splashes around with pure glee on her face. It's incredible how someone how is sixty-two can find such childlike joy in a simple thing.
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