I have a difficulty has a writer on this moment: it’s Christmas and I am writing about the summer.

Memories that bring me back to another environment and adventure.

I miss the sand on my feet… the crashing waves and me under them.

We can explain: they are unpredictable we have to wait to know how to ride with them.

Some are big others just a small ripple.

I don’t know if I am going to do a big book however it’s going to be a new place with new characters… everything was passed on Kuta (Bali).

The main Character is Isla a girl from there… her friends two boys Khaia and Koen.

Isla loved to dip with Khaia and to sleep with Koen.

They were all friends growing up widely on the wilderness… but has a teens they shared natural naughty secrets.

For instance at the end of the party days on Kuta ( festive days ) Khaia and Koen smoked weed and Isla had to keep the secret.

Naturally she was curious about it but distracted with other subjects.

They laughed so much…

Isla usually liked to be alone, to have time and space but those two arrived always to distract her.

Till one day…

One day they were very late, weird she thought.

They were smoking again but this time both without her presence.

This is how addiction starts, by isolating yourself.

Afternoon and then they were again nearby her.

She asked:

-Why this time you left without me?

They said:

Stuff… our stuff. Don’t worry.

She wondered a bit more but normally she understood.

The summer was beautiful for them doing the same old walks, chatting and kissing on the beach.

Isla loved them both and this was their secret, very united and very unique.

Can we call love to love when is not well shared?

No.

The summer was ending and they wrote something together to remember those moments.

…

Here we are on the breakwater.

The three sharing a cigarette and jokes.

Things that mattered.

…

We and old pokes.

To the summer of 2022.

The summer on Kuta was long and very calm…she enjoyed to photograph all the surf moves and they were her sand poets with many stories to tell. Usualy they eat pizza at some dinners in her grandma’s home. After that as a teen a good film to watch. They were so as one…some time later they felt asleep in her shoulders.

*They wake up in the morning and had fun telling what they dreams were.

*Simple life… simple behaviour but unusual in other places. Two boyfriends and one girl living nearby the sea.

As I said summer was ending and there was the time to go back to school. The end of the summer and a new chapter to come. They gave a great hug to her sealed with a kiss and came back home. Already missing them Isla helped her grandma to do the breakfast. Nature and home sometimes is a safe place.

The scholar year stars…and the students talking about things. The corridors full of teachers saying hello how are you?

Isla was in front of the school hall waiting for them. Khaia and Koen with the same routine, late. Suddenly she heard Koen:

-We are so late!

Isla:

-Yes you are.

They heard the bell ringing and went inside the classroom.

Everything was peaceful, they were two teachers this time. Everything was explained in the moment, the old teacher Robert was going to retire in one month. Meanwhile he was preparing the new assistant teacher Miss Susan.

She was very comfortable but with lots of questions on her mind. To know the limits and respect the goals is not easy. Isla class was an easy going one but the classmates were all different.

They started by expression… they asked the students to express their summer in a modality: writing, drawing, reading… wherever it was their choice.

And finally mister Robert said, behave and do your best with your new teacher Susan.

He opened the door and went away.

Thirty minutes was given to them to do the new light task.

Some had their summer photos and decided to talk about it. Others wisely opted by poetry but the emphasis was to Claire’s drawing.

Claire talked about her summer with a drawing, the only thing she could imagine were the palm trees in front of her house.

Teacher Susan appreciates nature and Claire gave a good explanation.

Was very reasoned.

The morning palms:

The morning palms here are pink.

At Bali they dance with the wind.

In the morning… Kuta paint.

First friends…on vacation time.

Home is us with palms on the way out.

Summer Is pink when you feel happy.

They say welcome and goodbye at the same time. Impossible to ignore them.

The year was starting with a different new story, something ended but positive new things yet to come. Everybody congratulated Claire’s work.

Has usual the best was going to the cork board but this time Miss Susan was going to submit the best works to the class web page.

Miss Susan:

Everything is possible this year and we started with a perfect postcard from here.

Some may fly from here, others might be in love by the same place. Let’s find where our home is.

For this time you are dismissed, tomorrow we continue.

Let’s talk about our origin and names.

You shall go to do your school updates… and I am going to drink my coffee.

-Thanks Miss Susan!

-See you next lesson then.

Isla, Khaia and Koen went to the main corridor to copy the school schedule…

After that they decided to meet the other school folks outside… in the same seat under the trees.

The same routine flickering and talking with all.

Everybody was there no one was missing… the reunion was great and before they come back home they had time to play basketball. A bunch of things… well a normal and blissful first day.

Isla, Khaia and Koen returned home, on the way a cigarette hidden from all and some more minutes together.

Both left her at home and wished for next day come quickly.

Bali has a nickname, Pulau Dewata (Island of Gods).

Kuta instead is the less charming territory on Bali but with things to see.

They have a marvellous market with Rattan purses.

Kuta Art Market has rows of modern shops and international brands selling mostly beachwear and tropical-themed clothes. The likes of Quiksilver, Billabong, and Rip Curl, as well as local designer brands, line up through Kuta Square and its adjacent boulevards.

Almost all of the items available at the market are similar to goods found in the art markets of Ubud and Sukawati. Most souvenir items are sourced from cottage industries and suppliers in Gianyar, local craftsmen in Kuta and the surrounding areas.

Don’t miss your train with rattan / palm tree used on furniture and accessories. Belongings and means you belong to someone.

Subtle way to appreciate what is around us, a bit of boohoo style. You think you are alone but when you dance you are never alone.

The ones who goes to Kuta are underground minds… are people who like different things… a bit overrated. You have to know the floor you are stepping.

Isla loved the market, Khaia too but Koen was always bored on there. Probably because it looked always the same for him, he was the dreamer of the three.

None of them needed an excuse to stay because it was always great together.

There was people coming and going, outsiders who loved the place, they liked surfers and knew very well their places. However only for few… the natural and naive eyes could see them and their lifestyle but other only looked to the fancy side of places, nightlife and commerce.

It’s different the way they have, only few know the right hour to wake up on Kuta. For me as a writer is on the morning, very soon. When you are teen or young you need the nightlife, on the other hand has a grown up you start to see the unseen. The curtains to a new life… the morning strangers.

Impossible to find peace without places like Kuta.

This is a brief presentation to their culture, lifestyle and home.

You can now have one idea focusing on palm trees business.

Me as an author I want to introduce the natural naive romance that for many is forgotten.

One girl and two boys… naturally together and without many odd issues.

Life could be a swell of good things as their life in Kuta, in big city’s or overdeveloped places people are more closed minded. What I am trying to tell with their story is that nothing is more beautiful and true like the youngest people.

We are all correct as young folks… but the tendency is to forget everything has a grow up.

Let’s remember this exact example of acting normally, everything is possible and love has all the hope… is not what we expected? Probably is what we e expect we just need to know very well ourselves.

School … an open gateway.