Acho imensa piada às barracas de praia.
Depois de ter passado a minha primeira infância no sul de Portugal, habituada a praias suaves de areia branca e fina, águas cálidas e brisas meigas; foi um choque encarar as praias nortenhas, varridas pelo vento, com rochas brotando na areia grossa e escura e algas escorregadias à espreita no mar gelado, prontas para se enrolarem nas nossas pernas à menor distracção.
As barracas eram uma novidade e a única coisa com piada.
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I think the beach tents are really fun.
I spent my early childhood in southern Portugal. So, I was accustomed to smooth beaches of fine white sand, warm waters and gentle breezes. When I faced northern beaches I was shocked. Windswept beaches with rocks sprouting in thick and dark sand and slippery algae lurking on the frozen sea, just prompt to wrap around our legs at the slightest distraction.
I spent my early childhood in southern Portugal. So, I was accustomed to smooth beaches of fine white sand, warm waters and gentle breezes. When I faced northern beaches I was shocked. Windswept beaches with rocks sprouting in thick and dark sand and slippery algae lurking on the frozen sea, just prompt to wrap around our legs at the slightest distraction.
The beach tents were something new and the only funny thing.
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