2008-07-11
When we arrived at the sea, Zara’s stories and reminices were only the tip of the dog bowl. The sights took my little doggy breath away. The blue sky stretched from above my little head all the way down to the ground and far away across the sea. There was no green grass or trees but instead warm sand that flowed bewteen my toes and strecthed as far as the eye could see up and down the coast. Above us flew giant white sea birds but unlike the little birdys at home they floated in the air like clouds.
