this was the view from the terrace of the Albatroz hotel over the Atlantic
On a warm, still day before the start of the busy summer season, the beach was almost empty except for some carefree children running, shrieking, from the icy waves.
This beach - just a few miles along the coast from my home and school - was one of many I played on at their age and older.
Amo-te - ? was all I could make out at a distance of this boy's writing in his sand-heart. Praias de Lisboa? a sentiment after my own heart.