This morning I woke up from the neighbours’ dog barking, I’m guessing at a cat or a person on their way to the bakery to pick up the morning baguette. The dog has a tiny bark, he sounds like a loser. But he rules the little street where my parents live in Nerja, Spain. No one gets past him without him letting you know he sees you. He scares me a little, even though he’s the size of a milk carton.
I got out of bed, pulled up the curtains and opened the door to the narrow balcony that I share with my brother's room. There the dog was, laying in the middle of the street without a care in the world. He looks at me and I look away. It’s funny to me how my brother and I always decide what’s his and what’s mine. It’s not like we keep things in our rooms, or that they look different. But I guess I belong to the left and he to the right. I like the thought of me having a room here though, it makes it feel like home. The tiles on the balcony were cold, but the air was warm. It smelled like morning. No sign of grilled seafood smell from the restaurant next door, no heated asphalt making the air taste dry. It’s my favorite time of the day; early morning before the town is up and it’s still a bit humid. Sun on it’s way up. The dog seem to like it too.
My swimsuit was hanging on the rail dried up after yesterday’s multiple swims in the ocean. I put it on and put my white linen dress on top of it. You can totally see the dark blue lines on the suit underneath.
As much as I like and enjoy my family’s company I was hoping for them all to be sound asleep still. I didn't feel like putting words together just yet so I walked slowly out of my room to not wake them. There was no way any of them would sleep through my opening of the door to the terrace as it makes a horrendous sound when you pull it open. So instead of making my way up there I went downstairs and out the door. The dog ran up to me and followed me as I walked down the street, but turned back around after a while. Bored by my ignorance probably. I took a right at the bakery and then a left towards the water. No one was up yet and I realized I hadn’t even looked at the time yet. It was 07.30 and the hair on my arms stood straight up as a walked into the sun when I turned the corner out on the little balcony overlooking the ocean.
The most beautiful thing in the world, the ocean, isn’t it? I stood there for a little while, listening to the waves and the men driving the trash truck through town to make sure the streets are sparkling clean when everybody wakes up. It's so calming to listen to men speak in Spanish, even if what they're talking about is picking up trash bags from the street. I don't care, I don't understand them. I just know that in combination with the waves breaking towards the cliffs it's the soundtrack of my morning.
As I make my way back to the house it's 8.00 and I use the one euro I found on the street to buy a freshly baked baguette to bring back for breakfast. The dog is still there, in the middle of the street, barking his tiny bark at me when I walk past him.
I hope he wakes the rest of the family up.
Written on the 5th of July, 2017. In a week I'm going to Spain for a week of mornings like these.