As school winds down, my memories start to flood my brain with my childhood enjoyment. My friends and I started to talk and plan our summertime adventures. We got very excited discussing the places we would go and food we would make. We laughed at funny memories of the last summer while we were talking about our plans.
On the last day of school, as soon as we got our grades, we launched our adventure. We agreed on a time to meet early the next morning. We shopped all evening for “Tagine” ingredients, lemonade and bread. Most of us met on time, but there were some of us who didn’t.
We began our trek to “Malabata”, one of our favorite places, a rocky area of the beach that we enjoyed a lot. We laughed and joked and talked about different subjects that we shared an interest in. As we approached the beach and saw the blue Mediterranean, the excitement overtook us and we took off running. Once there, we threw ourselves into the ocean from great heights, showing off our different jump styles. Competition was high among us to gain the praises of friends. What an ego boost! After tiring ourselves out, we warmed our bodies in the hot sun, laying on the rocks. The smell of the ocean and sounds of the waves mixed with “Rai” music coming from nearby beachgoers were the ultimate relaxation.
The combination of sunshine, jumping and screams of excitement made us ravenous. We rushed to build our fire and began preparing our ingredients for our Tagine. A traditional Moroccan dish of fish and vegetables was our favorite lunch on summer days. As a group of school boys, we each added a special touch to our Tagine. While waiting for our Tagine to cook, we admired the delicious smells. We passed the time by jumping and swimming some more. When the time to eat arrived, we attacked the Tagine like birds eating their prey.
When evening came, we ended our day with a last swim. Worn out, we packed up our things and dragged ourselves back to our homes. The excitement of the morning gone, now we barely exchanged words with each other out of pure exhaustion.
After showering and falling into bed, we prepared ourselves to do it all again the next day.