This is being written on a beach. This is how I spend my weekend, every weekend. And it’s needed because it gives your head a rest. You can think about no more than two things at a time when your whole body is hanging in clear blue water two meters deep. One, two thoughts. You can try and grab a gritty handful of the sand from the ocean floor. Your nose tingles as you paddle down and down. One, two, do it. It’s here on the second leg of Halkidiki that I float out to sea splayed like a starfish. The beach bar is playing its music with a steady beat so I put my head under and I can hear the sand moving too and forth with the current. Just as I move too and forth with the current. Breathe in, breathe out, I’m fresh again.