"you really are meant to live on the beach..."

On Saturday, we went to the beach. I could not have been more excited to finally see the ocean and lay on the beach.
We left in the morning around 10, I went with Kalea and Mary to the food market to grab some dried fruit to snack on for the day and we were on the train by 1045 headed to Viareggio.
We arrived, stopped by a supermarket for cheese and crackers, and went to the beach. We sat there for HOURS. Sean and Kalea laid down and fell asleep, but Keagan, Kussman, Mary and I sat and talked for hours. I went swimming in the ocean, I had to, but no one else was wanting to stand the cold water. We laid in the sun, snacked on our crackers, played card games, etc.
The title of this post is what Kuss said to me at one point in the day, and its the truth. I love the beach/ocean more than anything in the world. I could sit on a beach for hours and never get bored of it. I felt so at home on the beach, looking out over the water with the breeze on my face, basking in the sun and being unbelievably thankful that I was in that place at that time.
We stayed till the sun set, around 7:30 p.m. Then we walked down the boardwalk for a bit, down to the boats. I thought of my dad and grandpa a lot because I knew that they would absolutely love this place. The seafood looked and smelled amazing at the little restaurants along the water by the boats, but we didnt have time to stay for dinner. Our train was at 8:30 so we ran back to the train station and were back home by 10:30.
Kuss (Laura Kussman) and I made a pact to go out every night. Not necessarily to bars/drinking/whatever, but just to leave the pensione, walk around the city, and see it by night. Everyone else was exhausted, so just Kuss and I went out. We had a blast of course, its hard not to with Kuss. She is literally one of the most light hearted, easy going, fun people I have ever met in my life. We found a little hole-in-the wall bar full of Italians. We met the owner and the waiters and sat and talked with them for a long time. They were really fun and sweet people and loved the company that Kuss and I provided. On our walk home we stopped by Santa Croce to see it all lit up (one of my favorite places to see at night), and walked home.
She slept over with me because my roomie was gone for the weekend.
Sunday was a lazy day full of homework and chores, but we did go out to Gato for dinner.
People keep talking about the end, because its so soon, less than two weeks now. Its the last thing I want to talk about. It makes my stomach churn. My closest friends here dont go to LMU, so I wont be seeing them often, its hard to think that they wont be in my life every single day.
I dont know how to express how blessed I am to have met some of these people. Its funny how people can come and go in your life and have the most unbelievable impact on it in such a short amount of time.
There is a line from a song that came out last year that says "You wont lose the beat if you just keep clapping your hands". This pretty much explains how most of us are going to try and handle leaving one another in just 12 days...